We are lovers in color,
salted scents that stick to covers.
Splayed out on your coral-reef couch
hackneyed and bleeding,
bleary but needing,
I've settled quietly into your imprints of indifference.
Stale ***** tongue I'm late for work.
speaks insipidity: Shower if you want to.
Lock the door as you leave.
It was nice seeing you.
I lay there greying all morning.
Soaking into everything, your carpet seas
brine my feeble, shadow-casting lesions.
Unsure if you've left me ***** or clean (this time)
I drag my body down your tainted hallway.
In stark fluorescence, there is no clarity
but the echoes, like reflections
of the emptiness of eve.
Blood-letter run dry
somehow still high,
****** into the thoughtlessness
of
your
tides
(I am disregarded, but alive.)