Some Body Like You

Some Body Like You

You are warm flesh hot-slick with my sweat;
you are a dancer
with razor-sharp steps--
they slice into me,
every vein I possess
bleeding me dry till there is nothing left.
I gush helplessly
pale as the moon
no staunch to the flow
I’ll be gone by noon.

You are your mouth--it is all that I ride
a deluge of acuity from your tongue
I abide
it touches on me, on one tiny part...
the sensation engulfs me fully
save my heart.

You are the faceless one I see--but don’t;
You are the warmth I should seek--but won’t
your warmth is like his
your breath is like his
your body like his
So much alike
as to fool me to fantasy and a bare-lucid night;
with ordinary bliss
I take you to bed,
With ordinary breath
I keep your ears fed.

But you are not him, you’ll never be
He is not you and you’ll never see
that it’s his hand that strokes me inside and out
it’s his face
that burns my lids as I writhe and I shout
it’s his name that silently escapes
from my lips
it’s his finger marks I want
concaved on my hips;

grief slides across my temples
I feel the cold tears
they slip unnoticed,
back toward my ears...
but it’s his thrust that brings me over the edge
and it’s his shove that’s pushed me over this ledge;

He is not you
you don’t know me like him--
you don’t know what’s broken me
bled me within
it’s wrapped all around me
the suffering part
I’m a poet’s muse
With an abandoned heart
I am someone to touch, just a body to you,
and to me
well, you’re just some body, too.

© Trinity Wolf