To draw the arch of your lips
Would be blasphemy.

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.

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

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.

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.