Blink

Rain strums the stained glass sky light
Above our cherry wood bed.
Your replacement arrives
Through a curtain of lavender beads.
"What do you want from me?"
"To turn you inside-out."
"Spread eagle?"
"I mean, erase you."
His hand squeezes the back of my neck
When he kisses me,
Guiding me down
To what used to be your cock.
"Take me to the tip of your throat."
These nights when his sienna-mercury eyes
Roll back in his head like a shark,
I think you might slip from the otherworld
Back to your old body,
Draw me into the spoon of you,
Whisper you could never live without me,
Kiss my forehead like Jesus
And I would not have to continue
Making love to a stranger
Thinking I could cause
A moment of weakness
So he might blink
And you could see
The way
Home.

Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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