WHAT REMAINS

Your tainted words swirl
in arabesques across my clavicle
             down my abdomen

Your frustration rubs me raw
I’m left with the erased remains
             of longing.
                           Heat.

The arch of my back lies
in a jumbled heap of mistakes

I find traces of your answers
             scaling their way up my calf
roped around my knee

I’m held captive in your yesterday
cracked and torn

Dried up now.

Nothing left.