i lost my joy in
absence, mixing colors for the black
of their shadows. two lovers i've had
for two months, both gone
and the thighs above hips
and the hair on my face
i would push back from theirs
i miss
knowing myself in the flesh
of another, you puncture me like
a needle to the back,
you weigh on me like
the feeling of falling. but i
am not falling, just
building pressure under the skin
two strangers have kissed
that is no longer mine.