I remember the dry taste in my mouth when I watched my love fail to metastasize
***** and gritty, like sand in between teeth that lay like canines in the bed of my gums

It's like a double sided dagger, a viper with two tongues; They know the depth of your compassion or it goes by unnoticed
And just like love, blood can drip, lovely and scarlet, or it can stain, sanguine and tacky

My brain can not differentiate whether my affection is kept in a locket,
Or if it is flicked away like a cigarette filter, smoked to the end

I sorrow in days that I feel extinguished, the extent of my warmth is drowned out by choking mouthfuls of water
Instead of resonating flames licking and sweeping across the home that I find inside of you

My beau geste is shoveled beneath mounds of copper colored strands of hair and the smell of lavender
And instead of a warm body to grab my shoulders and collide them into a chest, all I feel is a silent covenant in the form of a cold bed sheet that my fingers grab when I am lonely

I wish one day to feel secure and at ease with my efforts to express my afflicted interest
My heart will continue to pump blood until it gives up and ceases to function
And all the while it will stab with every pulse
In effort to scream out my grandest soliloquy  

I can complain forever, about who can feel my love or who doesn't
And I can ramble on for centuries and scribe my pleasantries for you to read
But I can assure you one thing to believe, if any;
Not a day goes by where I can spit on the sidewalk and not taste you dripping from my mouth