I am disappearing, in the shadows, the backdrop,
against the glare of the noon day sun.
Made visible only by you. You with your two tone stiletto
heels and Virginia slim.
Everyday I woke like a lion and prowled the city like
Dionysus, invincible and irrevocable.
In a way, we were mirrors. I contemplated you like an
image. We exchanged the love of ourselves.
Our opium was the love of love. We rode a great wave
through the suburban hills to our fiery deaths.
I remember the smell, the scant chance of survival. The last days on earth revealed.
I felt nothing, you scorched the earth. We
retreated and waged our war.
You killed us that night with your tongue and whisky. We bled out on the terrible bed.
I look for women who remind me of you, like slowing down for a terrible car crash, looking for bodies.