Salt.

Drinking the dew from your two am footsteps,
in the metallic reflections of this cold night
This wet night
This - our last night

The memory of your love
the smell of your deceit
as it breathes into me
As strong and salty as your warm hands on my skin
..like the taste of your tongue on mine

I remember
My flesh remembers
You are not alive to remember
None of you are

The mouth fills with greedy thirst
the kind that quenches itself with disgust and desire.
I taste with my flesh your warmth, blood and betrayal
Your betrayal- sweet, unlike your salty honest tongue.

My finger-bones want to touch the real end between us.
my legs fall open as I see the damage in the red glass,
The damage , my inside flesh has suffered from your in and out
and In and in and in and In.

Get out
now. You get the fuck out now
It is time for my decision to travel from my jaw and finger tips to my brain
my un-obeying mind. my naive inside flesh and my warm , mother-blood.

Stop.
I Stop now.
This
this... mother-ing, lover-ing, beg-ing and hope-ing
leave what was left behind so I can dance for the lungs beneath these ribs
.. and feel not tired
stop because nothing will make this burning unburn
stop because on this day the heart stops where words do not.

Completely directed fake encounters
Foolishly emulating what I see.
Your truth - Our lies
She was a child. A lover. A could have been-incdredible mother
She was a less wasted, more thoughtless , unremembered Me