she left his skin on fire
words tumbled out
in a skeletal gasping wish
now won’t you have a little
something before you go?
when he could clutch her no longer
his hands now insensate to her flesh
he took his penitent leave
*
she looked out at the parched rain
until the despondent damp avenue
expunged all truth and willingness
from her tortured affected features
and though she had considered
the mingy number of his talents
she recognized his abstract worth
in the masculine declination
*
eventually it came to his attention
that she never took him anyplace
he hadn’t already been before
rescue me from certainty
and leave me not to my temptations
the problem with always loving and
admiring everything and everyone is
you never figure out who you really are
