…Oh, Long Ago…

para ere efe

You abandoned your gems
right in front of me,

and I did nothing to help myself.
It was a hasty retreat.

I had breadcrumbs for two left feet,
I found I could not appeal to ghosts.

The rabid silence between your thighs
drove me mad to your shoulders,

your lips scraped Spanish,
your breasts turned into mannequins

after the flicker died,
and I am even now a refugee from coal.