today I love the touch of your hands
  yesterday it was the smell of your neck
  tomorrow it will be the warmth between your lips
  and this evening that smile
  in three days your face will startle me
  every day of the week
  I am amazed at being alive
  Monday the way you walk
  Tuesday your hair
  and continually I hear the sound of your voice
  the voice of those ghosts
  one difficult one clear as sunlight
  that life is no longer terrible
  as I used to think
  Wednesday I shall almost forget everything
  and Thursday everything shall return
  though how can I forget
  the perfume of that rainbow
  and the other days
  all the other days
  I've promised to say
  exactly what I feel
  as honestly as I can