Sinking Anchors

Boys come and go

but your scent remains etched on my skin,

Your lips engraved onto my soul.

Pleasure ends as soon as it begins,

After which I become numb

Except for the pain, it comes

In waves, crashing into me

On the nights

when I have no one to hold

No anchors to keep me from sinking

and I lay cold

until the morning.

Engulfed by your memory.