Infidelity

You my love, my wound,
I wait for the smooth turn
of your flesh to slice with
long blades of ice my palms
and despairing eyes. Your
razor confession,
cold as moonlight,
shattered the ebb
and flow of my days.

The wilting of flesh and
ebbing of low tide
injured my daylight.
Flushed with passion, hard as
loneliness, grief reached into me,
as your shadow moved with the
flow of hands and tides.
I'm a victim of the pull of
your lust and tidal waves.
Your history fractured my brittle
heart and froze my marrow.

Sight and light now lost to the
past, my hollow eyes
reading despair in lines and creases
of your body, immersed in
the shallow pools of history.
The shadows move with the flow of
hands and the tides of your body.
Time now folding back on itself,
and I flounder in the raging surge
of the undertow.

Your tide breaking, it washes me
away, carried by the
tug and pull of your lust.
I, desperate for warmth
and flesh,
and
finding only yours,
used and cold, distant
and no longer mine.

In the night of disembodied hands,
and voices that march
along the roll and dip of your past
and linger, then move,
ghost hands clasp and
unclasp your breasts, as I
thrash through the anguish
that my body and history has
become.

You in heat enfold the hands and
voices into the shadows of your
body and torso of history.
In the tortured half-light, I reach and ghosts
scurry before my hands,
and I grow soft with sorrow and despair.
Your body envelops me,
pulls me in and takes me
with the tide,
but the specter that has
branded my sight and
scarred my history
is tethered to your eyes,
and I drift from shadow
to tide.

Alone, unfettered
beyond the tug of flesh
and the gravity of warmth,
I flounder in the darkness,
disoriented, clasping
only my body and
my warmth. No twist of relief or
deliverance will draw me in,
as you pull me asunder in the
flow of your tide.

Bound to your body and
lashed to history,
waiting for the tide,
to wash me clean
and ebb me away
to a new loneliness,
a new sorrow.
Yet your tide delivers me to the torment
of tainted history
and haunted flesh