Perhaps it was the tilt
of your lower lip as you slept
that has my breath constricting in my chest
there were you
sleeping in my dreams
whispering in my memories
with your wide, childlike eyes
there was I
calling your name
throwing myself face first
into the end that I knew must come
why do you
twist up my dreams
why don't you
just hold me where I weep
maybe I didn't deserve your love
was just another girl you were thinking of
the days fly by
tracing a pattern that strangely resembles
the curve of your lower lip as you slept
the days all running into one long wail of misery

to see the blow in slow motion as it nears
is the most exquisite form of erotic agony.