GEOPATHIC

We No Longer Speak Of The Sky

You’ve ruined my joy

my grin, my grim

my heart holds out still

I ponder what your life is

You back on the mainland

away from your island,

           her island

All those women’s islands

Their hills won’t smooth you like mine

             My own,

Ours, when our breath met

Our time in a cold tin “home”

Shaken by that hurricane

             As you,

Your grimy fingernails caress me,

             my all

Digging through me

Infecting what was mine,

             in conquest

Yet, I hold you still

My wariness has you slipping

through your cracks

A crack that breaks in me

I kiss you still, As you

            scorch me,

a match lit against my breast

Sucking the fumes of that cigarette

and yet I kiss you still…

I liked your insistence,

fake want, need of me,

            bodily rather,

upon that tiny sink,

me shouting fake lust

Only when upstairs,

You took me

That one, two step

to raised mattress

There, Then I felt it,

            that love.

For I fell, fall in love

each time I look upon a ceiling.

NB.