Two Years

It's been almost two years since,
gasping, I discovered the
ruins you had left me in. Two
years without a smile, or a
warming of the cheeks.

Not since then has there been
touch or taste, whatever gloss you
applied. The cigarettes you
smoked in your car. Your re-
lentlessness for the length you
craved. To me, you were a
her, and I, to you, an it. Two years, and
still no lip tucked underneath, no
groan through gritted teeth, no

pull
lick...                                      slow...
grin
gasp
moan
fuck

and we did, you dark-haired, blue-
eyed Trojan horse. Burned and
salted, but the roots run deeper than
I put myself inside you. And the rain
fell, and the nights came and went, and
I rebuilt my walls, stronger this time.
But shit, I miss you...