What do I tell you?
With my hair hanging off the corner of your bed,
Your 100 yard stare of indifference and a silhouette blocks the twilight sun ;
The chill of dusk seeping inside of my skin.
Do I tell you, when I think of you, I see her on your pillow?
When your dull eyes bore into my flesh, I can only see her fingers clawing your chest.
The moonlight grazes my hair.
Your breath against my neck.....a fiery sight of her sighs.
The smell intoxicating.....the nights we whispered under the sheets.
Your raw touch is a harsh reminder of the places she kissed your soul.
The light engulfs my eyes,
Your weight on my chest, now a rusting armor.
The passion, like a dull thud in my palms,
Weary eyes search for yours.
