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.)