On April first, yes it was laughable,
We saw each other for the last time.
Chest to heart, your hands in mine,
A farewell dance in crisp moonlight.
Lapis in my vision, pearls on my lips,
The night was adamantine.
Red hot ruby, deep in my chest,
Gently, softly, you took me apart.
Long fingers gloved in white charmeuse,
With surgical precision you dove.
Inside pliant chest and open ribs,
A most amorous intruder, treads tender.
Fragments of you, they dazzle me.
Under all the silk I place the shards.
Pain, pleasure, prick my skin,
Bloom roses in my palms.
They bring me sweet dreams,
A guileless chase across the roof,
I grasp at refracted light.
Every full moon, on the brightest of nights,
Icy wind whistles
Through hollows of my heart.
Relics of doubt resurface.
Did you ever exist at all?
Pristine are my memories, your visage I dodged.
From the corner of my eyes I beheld you.
Your flesh I seek, taxidermied in my head.
Perhaps blue resin would suit you.
I take your hand,
Kneeling, cold leather on my skin.
Formalin burns my tongue.
Clandestine history, cryptic lover
Whispering saccharine lies.
Just how many more models must I sculpt,
To memorialise
My memories of you?
