i wrote
i love you
in cursive
down
her spine
tasted her
sweat and desire
as it
dripped
from my beard
but
in the quiet moments
when
teeth and tongue
were still
it was
the memory that
kept
me going
as cobwebs
draped
her once loving
heart
now
it is the aftertaste
of being pushed
aside
as she casually
strolled
from the wreckage
without
a backwards glance
at the scene
she surely knew
she was
fleeing
that floods
my mouth with
rusty bile.