Broken Open

Unsent

Scent Of Flesh

(9-11-02)

Women prostrate themselves
Before the statue
I have erected for
Only you.
They rouge their lips
And paint their eyes and
Push
Push
Push
Their flowers to the sky.
They offer up to me
All sweet things
That they possess
And yet,
I cannot forget
The beauty of the dream
I had of you.
The long sweet nights
With my arm
Crossed across your chest,
My nostrils buried in your neck,
Breathing in the scent of flesh
That I had grown to know so well.
The smell of you
Is burned into my mind
And now I find,
Regardless of your other lovers,
Of your many, many others,
My heart still beats and bleeds
For only you.