Eyes of white elm
and marks in black charcoal.
Her tanned and taut skin,
a silver screen marvel.
-
The strength that I thought
would always persist
had lost too much hope
for will to exist.
So when she had offered
it troubled me so
that loneliness spoke
and didn't say no.
-
We butchered the night
with blades of our silence.
dysfunction washed filth
with emotional violence.
And when it was over
I packed up and flew
for all we had done
at once came to view.
-
Eyes of white elm,
and nothing to trust.
our bodies abused,
addicted to lust.
