Heroin Love

[miyako73]

I always remembered
The dinner candles,
The backyard barbecues,
The beach bonfires
When I saw
The flickering flames
Of your Bic lighters.


The spoons you used
Never failed to remind me
Of the corn pops,
The lunch soups,
The fruit cups,
The sweets we shared--
We did not mind our saliva.


The drops of spring water
Brought me back
To the bedroom,
To the hotel,
To the car
When your brow sweat,
When I also perspired.


The stones you melted
Made me say silently
The words to myself
About the ring you gave—
The dark amber
That caught the glints
Of the summer sun.


I could not make sense
Of the syringes,
Of the needles;
I should have known—
They would be the daggers
You would leave
Buried in my chest.




Miyako

(c) 2/2/2014