Leave Me.
Your “yes” roars toward me like a speeding train;
revealing your urges, your unforgettable
thrusting into her. I feel
unkind,
unable
to speak…until
the distaste of you lying
so near my skin
burns
like a rope around my neck,
tight and thick under the high noon sun.
My words aim to pierce
but fall like slight, unbelieving whispers;
like feathers dropping on rain puddles.
Your mouth once so tender
speaks words of loving me in whatever way you may
but now they sting like a slap across my face.
So go.
Take with you what I gave fearlessly before.
Leave me.
I will be searching to find
what the waters reveal was left in your wake.
