The night lies crimson in your wake.
My hand lies alone, naked and trembling.
Your touch once like silk
has roughened to tree bark.
Passion has taken its toll on you, tossed your breath,
floured and rolled it with a heavy pin.
The other girls:
Did they know your heart?
Did they know it was buried deep in my chest?
Were their arms soft like angel’s wings?
blanketing you complete,
concealing scars inflicted by silent hands?
Forgive me-
I wasn’t enough. (2000)
