Around me, the city slept,
Slept in, and slept together,
And I imagined that beneath
The din of the wandering cars
I could hear you whisper to him
"Lay me down in a bed of poison
Ivy," and he did, and you were gone.
Bulletproof a week ago, now, my
Tongue-bitten prayers and curses go
Unheard--you could once read my eyes,
Deciphering the coded messages
that spoke through my lingering gaze.
Awake still, my eyes linger on memories
Of forgetting that once, we slept,
Slept in, slept together.