His eyes wandered right out of her life and into the arms of another.
His mouth was warm against mine
but his sky was unwelcoming
and it froze my purple vitality and my waxy ashes
until I became nothing more than a glacial leaf
fastened to the sidewalk.
A knife presses sharply on the artery of life,
forcing meritless prayer from chapped lover’s lips.
Raw breath riots through sex-scented hair,
mixing with the wine spilled in their haste.
There was beauty here before you saw it.