What lays beneath?

Sweat with tattered sheets,

Musk emitting from where we once laid,

In between my thighs you stay,

Pressed for flesh.

Do you remember how I taste?

Caviar kisses and honey alamode

Sweetness haunted with decomposition,

What have I become?

Woman of simplistic measures,

Never seeking luxury,

Looming over sale prices and broken teeth,

Freckled skin,

Misaligned to my own hollow crevices.

How did I manage to lose her?

Tasting a possible tomorrow,

Appetite unbearable,

Roaring for the sweetest wine.

Suffocating in tartness, only seeking a somber kiss to purify.

How has my cup become empty?

Sherbert skies lay past the window frame,

Cut by empty branches.

Yearning for one to shatter the glass,

Shards shaking my marrow.

Will I recognize the blood as it pools at my feet?

Greed laced within my palms,

Your cheeks rest between my fingertips.

A kind of love yearned for,

How does one build a home from a shattered dream?