Shadows dance across my ceiling
I’m alone
except for his scent
still lingering on my sheets
baby powder and testosterone
thirty days later
I give in to the sweetest sin
because he already knows
my weakness is his tongue
warm on my skin
his arms, strong
hold me together after all the pleasure
and his lips, flushed and swollen from my teeth,
whisper You’re beautiful in my ear-
This is the way I forget about
all the things you decided not to give me, dear.
and with his words I push away
any leftover traces
of you.
A.P. Bastian 