.
she left you in the epilogue of her skin
placed gently as you would moses in a
strand of river
when god was a breath of mist in a
broken house, the words in my bedroom and
the ache on your tongue
you promised not to tell anyone
in the dark spined remains of anything that
used to be, i wished in my vertabraes for
another time but dreamed all the same -
medicine for an ailing country and the racy
eyes and cuts on your skin, you kissed
my neck and someone will find out
all the same
.