soil hugs his right knee
my cocoon hinged open
her damp eyes respond 
without a sound
i melt around her fourth digit

i do
slowly transitions into 
a manifestation of
i don't 

by the third year
his matching set rests upon 
the oak nightstand with
a crown of dust atop

no longer feeling his
gentle palm caressing 
my slick golden body

by the second child 
i am placed on her vintage floral dish 
watching the depletion of love unfold

the oval **** turns
opening the portal to their suite
she finds her partner 
tangled in their cotton sheets 
four legs
two bodies
one liar
her damp eyes respond
without a sound 

i soar through the stale air
and strike the edge of his guilty brow 

never to be found

do you know how it feels to be lost?
i do