you leave
and I rake over each pore
you had (touched).
so much of you(r face)
in me
and yet your body is only a thing
that enabled you(r lips)
to lie.
I miss the feel
of you(r sweat) against my throat
but my lips remind me
the taste of all that you (n)ever were.
to dig my fingers
into the hollow of you(r jaw)
to kiss you
and rip your teeth out
,to have your smile with me always,
would hurt me more
to have
what only you had.
I want to tear
with my teeth
your breath (away)
that is still
in my eyes.
this is the pain
,the tension,
of you no longer
being “you..”
if I could take apart
every thing of you
separate them
one by one
to regard each piece
,hand to mouth,
it would be easier
to sleep
without you(r laughter).