i can taste her on your lips.
the stain from her lipstick is
infused to the fibers on your
white work shirt.
I'm guessing the color is cherry red.
the scent of her perfume
weakens my stomach,
knots my heart,
takes every hope i had
of our future and turns it into mud,
blood boiling like shower water
you washed with to scrub her touch off your body
but could never get clean enough to
lay in bed next to me.
early morning, your gone.
you say its business
but you are just putting your business in her.
you say its nothing.
men have needs.
what about my needs?
exactly nine months pass, and you have a child,
not born from my organs
but from her.
struggling to put this past me
like i did with our first unborn child,
i have no reason to stay.
i have no belief in saving our marriage.
but still, i stay.
i am lost without you.
i am lost without the person
who shattered my heart into a
million tiny pieces.
i am lost without the person who
sold me tornado lies.
i lost myself to the person who
crushed my soul one thousand times
and without a doubt will go it again.
that person is my husband.
Wanderlust norm get off scarf
Swizzling bees dwindle on jurev ring
Dancing queen Swindle with ming
Milkyriver never touch off line
Firmy women waving power
Be hurry run to avid
Horizon land rover off Heather
Get my signal turn to reveal
Gesture realm reacture hit
Mountain train switch off brain
Sense of rain make action
Dom of fraction summer of hood
Blues of band flyover bees
Rust of clouds prospect
Horizon land take me soon
Fleet of worlds one to teen
Signal to pass words may good
Just cool make some ice
Better to travel
dragonflies touch off
from amongst pond's floating spheres
beauty dares emerge.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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