Love, Death

19. vanity

reborn

on tuesdays, i am your lover

over the long weekends, i am the divide between what you most cherish, your fears, and you

but, you do not know it

as i sit at the vanity of your late wife

i wonder if it was my fault

your loss

after all

when i was still just an eye bathed in gold

i could not see

whose life it was i took

i was like a zit

punctured into skin

it felt like being home

in a womb

again

yet

not quite

i think

that if you were to know

about

my ancient skin

who

i used to be

you would be

disgusted

without a doubt

so that is why

i keep myself a secret

that is why

i much prefer let you have the warmth

between my legs

over these unpardonable memories

living

inside my brains

yes

make love to me, darling

make love to me

and i will give birth

to something beautiful

again