Visions of them leaving,
evidence such as this I have not
for my claims, just a feeling
that I trust... I have no choice.
What is there to do but believe?

Burn me with your tongue;
I question your innocence
before I obviate my doubts,
piling up like bodies in winter.
There is no room for this despondency.

Your touch an effigy of permanence
accompanied by sea salt -
scents I need to drown in
if I am to ever forget
how your fingers felt on my skin.

My eyes subdued fail to tell
all that my anima screams fervently;
lips sewn, I cannot deceive, but you,
you certainly saw this coming.
Duplicitous cruelty, tectonic shifts when you leave.

Perpetual ivory haunting; I remember everything,
how you built me and beat me to a mass of abdicable flesh.
Too late for limpidity, you call me on a camp adventure
while I'm still singing "defeated", my faith electrified, I ask...
Is it a surprise now they're all gone?

I am not them.