Your ex girlfriend lived here.
Her blue sponge cold and porous
still sitting on the side of your white bathtub
like a mermaid breathing in the nights.
Lathered thighs wrapped around yours.

The silent rooms where her voice
once spilled itself across the
air with a wash of words and
the childplay between you and her
stamping on each others needs.
The sound of mangled metal which followed
as your glasslike kisses tried
to repair the pain

She left you shivering at the door
When she went away,
She kicked the autumn leaves
off the steps like your feelings
fluttering up into the air
A crush of grey and orange
The burnt slurry of morning traffic.


If I could drive that same punch
of potent pleasure
into your insides with
heady waves of wanting,
and  imagine your love
deepening the bruise
of all this love.

If you could just see the sparks
the lightning between you and me
and imagine your love
crackling with thoughts
of needing only me.