The Memory Rock

he had once affected an erotic mercy
and lent his scent to my clothes
and essence I could grow drugged upon later

that entrapped opiate
lingering within such scant garments
as indigo lace and stained chiffon
the chamois nestled feline into the pillow
at times scattered upon the hardwood floor
to make a shocking quilt

his scent feral, overwhelming
a pungent urgency jolting the senses
that of a wolf within shadow
talons bared, moisture glistening
in ragged crescent moons

and now reliving the spectacle
I lie sprawled on this night rock
as I had once sat upon his lust
straining, alert, engorged
his claws embedded
in the rose petal slime of my sex

he knew that bitter, wet warmth
was the best of me
for he feasted hungrily
noisily ingesting the rolling, fevered pitch
of a slate-hued chasm of ferocity

and now the waves wash over my limbs
this indolent apnea of our satisfaction
and I am maudlin and melancholy
remembering a sigh-like collapse
of all psychic boundaries

but the one pair of stilts that remained
those sulfurous satin nights
when I could not say I loved him