Your memory still binds me to my sheets
It has me by the heart
The sensation trickles down to my feet.
Even as I drift away to sleep
Reminiscence admits no defeat.
But a storm has begun
brewing inside my eyes,
A hurricane in disguise
awaiting the perfect moment
to annihilate the very
thought of you from my thighs.
Yours, I am not, never again will be
Our ship is sinking into the sea
I need not your arms to salvage me;
The taste of death will set me free.