I am trying to put you out
of my mind
grind and extinguish
that small spark so greatly romantized
in poets lines
they say it grows as it is fed with breath
becoming raging
heat of another's image
a photograph
burned into retinas like sunspots
that fire burning deep
so deep it feels underneath
I say it smolders
like placing lit poppy seeds on the skin
the nerves pull back, deaden
numb
scars
after sex is always
cigarettes
sometimes that is all I remember
the reddish glow of embers dying slowly
as we inhale and exhale each other
air thick with leaving
Fucking is saying goodbye
while walking backwards
exhaled breath is inhaled again
cigarettes are left as memory remnants in dirty piles
there is no romance in ashtrays
Light up.
we die slowly in each other
I pierce you
you slowly strangle me
our kisses never heal
only spread the contagion
need is a cancer
we are our own infections
I am trying to put you out
of my mind
when you are gone your scent remains
on curtains sheets bedspreads
in those places deep and underneath
thick in the air, your scent
smoldering on my skin
nerves pull back
deaden