Borders Poem by Lucienne Kim Flavell

I found myself
snowed in with you.

I slept in your bed,
in week old sheets.

In the morning, I showered
with your boyfriend's soap.

You opened
the bathroom door;

your breath caught in your throat.
Your lips parted
at the starkness of my skin.

Later, we trudged through snow
until we reached the crossroad

where you held me
a few seconds longer
than you should have.

I realised
as you walked away

the intoxicating scent
of the three of us,
lingered on me.