I have made a wooden doll of you
Carving into its top
A jagged smile
Just the kind you used to give me
Before you slipped your tongue
In
To meet mine

Sometimes I dangle it off my knees
Imagining you begging me please
Let go
Let go, don’t tease
Me so
I know, I know

But this isn’t about you
For once

Darling, sweetheart, *******,

This is about my nails digging in
To your splinter belly
Like a month ago
When your wooden sighs
Rocked the prow of my bed
When I thought that the timbre of your moans
Meant I wouldn’t ever be alone

Creature, mine,
Did you know that
Every seven years or so
Every cell of the body replaces itself?
The day will come when, with elation
No part of me
Will know
Your touch

Then is when
I will finally burn you, doll,
In a fire that will light incense
And I will smell you again
New, brand new
As you once were
And never again shall be.