Words, No Words

I've fallen in flames
seen god in your face
offered what I do not own
as open and unrepentant sacrifice.

I'll never again know
the words for apologies.

Never breathe the same air
that I breathed there
on your bed

in your prayers.

Fall out of my body,
I shall...
fall out of my own sweating skin.

Into the pirouettes
of your Victorian mirror
your smell of creation
your blessed
undressed
shamefaced mind.

Miss me in days
miss me
in twenty years
when I have bled into the pen
and onto the bathroom floor.

-

You'll find me somewhere,
someday,
somehow.

You'll find me and smile
and you will still know the shape
of my paralyzed bones
in your unbound arms.