You've not been eating and it shows -
    I do not care to see your ribs
    Nor feel them ridge beneath my lips
In our night; only moonlight knows.

Our legs entwined - this too shall pass;
    When morning strikes this all must end;
    Your fingers trace my arm again -
Twelve scars from silver, one from glass.

It is your mouth that kills me here.
    There's nothing further once you're gone;
     Ashamed to reach our denouement,
You watch me as I disappear.