©You Left Me Your Spartacus Kiss
So, isn’t it funny? I found them
at this late date... you left your words
all over me. I’d grown accustom
to them sinking letter by absurd
letter into my skin like some tattoo
I would never be able to erase.
Not as if each word whispered by you
belonged there. That wasn’t the case.
Truth is that pieces of you found
their place in my open, waiting veins;
they flowed to my heart, and were bound
until nothing real about you remains.
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(painting by Malcolm Liepke)