Day 15

[Surrogate Mk2]


I have been thinking far too much about
the thickness of her lips, and how they affect me
when she parts them-

I remember exactly the position they assumed
when I sank my fingers into her skin;
this memory sickens me with something
I cannot say aloud.

I can measure the distance between
her outstretched thighs in hand-spans,
but all this makes me think of is
those nights we got too drunk

and those nights she would whisper ‘you set
me on fire’ into the caves of my ears
to soothe me to sleep.