you always walk away-set adrift and savagely abrupt
your fingers trace each wall, pulled
by your naked impetus
though faint and boundless silhouette
made dim and pale and painfully pure
so heavenly and so sweet
leave me wrecked and beaten,
your scent and sweat lingering
on my body like haunting things
still tasting our violation from hours
passed
and stolen from my lips-all that was erect and spent
made damp and lifeless and smooth
from undulation
waiting to bloom again
on the cusp of some immeasurable
longing-standing there alone, watching
at the other end of some great
distance