to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

Sea blue eyes, your tempting touch, parched lips
Kissed once, twice, too many times. As
Sunlight shattered, falling just as raindrops
Stream down swollen cheeks. So bruised, so bitter.

Cupids with their pearls in palms, away from
Us, away from skin stung black and blue.
Words chocked to none, tears clogged by fear
And by you, the siren; and your vile, bittersweet appetite.