Rotten Rainbows

you left these vile smudges running

aimlessly over my every curve.

once polished and brilliant and

elegant in a dreary doorway.

I now reflect streaks of

rotten rainbows as light glances off

the oily residue of your touch.

I'm sure germs are screwing vigorously

along the lines of marred shell. My shell.

you could have at least washed

before the fondle. at least looked

before twisting and using.

I let you in. you closed the door.