Caressing the ankles of someone I loved, love

Gently, up and down, careening around bones, feeling

What you like, it's getting hard, when we don't talk

Nothing is right, and I don't feel it

you're elated,

I'm sedated,

spewing liquid

and unrest

But we can't acknowledge

anything, outside this

room

I'm fine, gone,

but you're not

and

I'm picking shards

After you leave-

desolate

holes

emptying

flesh

Careening through

everything that's lost

we've suffered enough.

you're pleading

for more, and

I'm complying

to a former love

in this room