Wrapped legs, which once squeezed with pleasure
now dangle lifeless—
guarding a well, dry with contempt
as I stand at a distance,
dying from the thirst of you.
On our bed, the sweat evaporates
becoming stains—
taking on the shapes of diseased skin
the scent of you gone,
as if fire consumed your soul.
sex becomes meaningless,
when an ocean of hatred stands between us—
each attack, a wave of salty words
eroding away my edges, stinging my wounds
ever so subtle, a tiny grain at a time.
Answer me why, why you turned away,
ignoring vital truths—
how love conquers all, despite all my faults
or how we promised each other a lifetime
only to return it, outdated, expired.
Now it rains, drops of icy cold blood
and the sun won’t show again, the sky
painted over with clouds of gloom—
a photograph taken without a hint of color,
just empty frames exposing the frailness in me.
Laying beneath a ceiling cracked
the plaster an image of the leper’s cover—
I dare to dream for someday a time
pretending of a hope, as slight as it may be
when I can feel your warmth, just one more time.
