my boy has no eyes
he cannot see
that i long to be consumed,
spat back out again if needs must
just to feel his warmth.

how gentle it can be
as we slink between the sheets,
until we don’t.

sights for only our eyes
words for only our ears,
so i thought.

as the sun slowly drains,
my world is left barren.
he retires to his bed
and i am left tethered to mine.

It’s been a year.

Is that a new freckle?
I ask, engaged in a battle
with a mark on your forehead.

I know you inside out.
Always been so vivid,
even in the depth of it.

Now I brace,
your words armed with knives.

I’ve always had this.

Throat of stone.
That vivid memory -
it’s consumed me for years now
slowly starting to slip,
forgotten.

you,

forgotten.