I look into other men's eyes
and see your flecked blue irises.
Every few faces has your smile
or the creases from around your lips.
Every strong, freckled shoulder
is your reincarnated skin.

I can't keep your fragments
from haunting me.

My back's against the wall
as I run razors over my legs
on the bathroom floor.
I'm thinking of you,
of your skin in the sunlight
and the way it would pierce
your dark eyes.

Close your eyes
and feel the weight;
like a winter coat
dragging you under water.

Close your eyes
and exhale.

In the stillness of moonlight,
punctuated by your steady exhale
and the brief swell of your chest,
I sunk into your warmth.
Encased in your arms,
I felt myself slipping into a feeling
that I had almost forgotten.
Like a child with her ear
pressed to the whorl of a seashell,
I lost myself in the drumming beneath your ribs.

You're still on my skin;
I can feel your imprint
on my flesh like a bruise.
I only hope your scent
doesn't leave a stain.

I feel time move around us
as I lie waiting in the dark room;
anticipating the moment
when the dust settles on your pillows
and you descend upon me.

I feel your teeth sink in
and your venom send shivers
racing over my skin.

You slip around my neck
and your hands
are a boa's constricting caress.

I'm on fire beneath you;
writhing, as you exhale fumes
straight into my burning lungs.