Her skin slipped
-over mine-
In silk roads
Of sweetness.

Loving her
was like
  kneeling
in front of
a stone
and praying
for it
to come
to life.

He has no dreams, she said,
No pain passed,
No hope lost.

There are no fires in his heart,
No longing,
No desire.

He feels no shame* she said,
Not now,
Not ever

He is my guilt, she said,
*Not lover
Not in love.

The song of your loneliness
echoes inside my ventricles.
-thud-thud-

To draw the arch of your lips
Would be blasphemy.

Those sad eyes of yours
are tearing me
to pieces.

You wake up to the sunrise.
whose bed is this?

Her back is arched against your chest,
I wonder what her name is

Your face feels burried in her hair
drunk me likes brunettes

Your glasses on her nightstand
please dont wake up before I leave

The door creaking while she sleeps.
I'd hate being her drunk mistake

You wonder the streets to your home.
*I wonder who wakes up in your bed in the morning.

I loved the feel of your name on my tongue:
C-A-R-L-A.

Rolling out of my chest, my lungs
Long for it.
C-A-R-L-A.

Falling out of my teeth, leaving my mouth,
My warm breath carries it
away from the bleeding heart.
C-A-R-L-A.

My fingers type your name ashamed.
They will never feel it my skin again.
The wind floats it from my sight,
As you take her hand.
C-A-R-L-A.