They whispered always i will come for you
in night-depths and sweetness they marred
the world folded in, warm darkness
it enclosed in pathways
miniature in their vastness
I thought I saw eyes there
the turned cups of the deep-swimmers
watching through a camera lens always
as you drowned in yourself
fell in
down and forever
the smell of my sweat in the morning
clean sheets and a sheened body
remembering the name of strangers and the taste
of him in my mouth
is more familiar than his face
it is what reminds me of what I have not lost
But it all reeks of silence
and there is a stain on the wall that could have been you
or anyone else
human-shaped vaguely
cutouts are all we are
I feel fake, wandering
echoes of pain and the pleasure-cut hardening
against milk-pale skin like blasphemy
