His lips moved
over mine with the words,
"I'm sorry."

Though his eyes said,

I did not mean to crack you
wide open

cavernous.
flesh.
singed
with lust and
blued from
bruise.


He watched me tear my lips from my face
streaking red,
down my chin
into his mouth
where I rest
buried.
lust
into love
love to
rest.

if I could, i would cry.

I would carry the face of all his past
I would.
and re-enact each moment he could not look past
that which he burrowed into himself
screws into arms as hinges
of a shut door.

(For Dana)