15-love

before, our conversations were a tennis match

we hit soft balls back and forth 

sipped cool country club daiquiris  

all dazed for all of our days 

soul and body as strangers 

but then our location shifts

you start to dwell in my sunken valleys

careful to indent ruin with your tongue

cut crusts of my personality into triangles to swallow

feed them back to me crushed like a bowerbird

not long after this an ache begins in my core  

the pain intensifies to unravel organs

a delicate free fall of everything inside me 

each crevice weakens as our compromise burns to ashes

now i understand that your fingertips are forest fires

you hold the match and i apologize for the spark 

for decimating the lazy country club afternoons

lifting our smokescreen illusion into the air

we drop the racquets now 

i stretch out to hold onto you 

and feel nothing where flesh once reigned