Meanthe Lizards


The violence
we brought home with us that night
to get tangled and wet in our skin heat
in the sheets we lost
ourselves and found each other

and then with my shattered solitude I pushed you
through the door and out
into the cold winter morning
you presented no resistance,
you glided away

on a breath of uncertain regret
I made a lonely breakfast
and slept all day only
to awaken haunted and
soaked with disgust, aching

with feverish fear
the desiese of my desire setting in
and wrapping tightly around
this ghostly betrayal, I whispered to the darkness;
I must forget you.

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Poetry copyright 1998 by E. Mcgregor
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