Lovesong

Bathing in the droughtlands
a futile attempt to splash away dust and grit
with half a cup of murky tepid water
would give more satisfaction than your loving

...an ocean cannot wash me clean of you
Scars remain where our skins have touched
Your stench permeates my nostrils
and poisons every breath
I am sickened.
Echoes of your voice pursue me through my dreams
dragging relentless nightmares of waking life
into sleep.
There is no escape.

...I can take comfort in your silence, now
and pleasure
as I watch your cooling blood upon the floor.