My lovers womb became chiseled with scorn Beneath photographs and circle kisses You had nestled another in Under your sternum interlaced with valleys of cartilage, your ribs became a landscape I had journeyed across your spine Baptizing the hollows of your delirium, ending up with warm bruises On sleepless nights when clouds where corpses, I held on I had been your eyes when whiskey, would not allow you to see Decomposing mentally,Β metastasized into my existence