It kissed her face golden.
trace
of her smile
as she ripped to pieces
the chorus of a love song
she didn’t believe in.
that you’d been around
with a bottle of wine
and while you were sitting,
just chatting
inside
she’d been melting.
“When he’s around
my clothes fall off
I come undone
I know
it’s too soon to be
Calling
But I think I’m
I’ve come undone!
When I find
My skin’s no longer
My own
He owns me down
to the bone
Every muscle,
tiny synapse, spark, filament!”
A galaxy of delight
but she can’t hide the
Burn marks
That bloom like filigree
Across her face
When she described
Your ghosting.
In her eyes
Behind her smile
Each time she whispered
And wove your name,
Unnecessarily (I thought)
Into our conversation
And acted like she was a girl again
And threw her head back,
Laughing.