Cheryl Townsend
THE DOOR SUCKED SHUT
behind him as I dropped my face
into my hands and felt what he
used to gaze into with desire and
possibly love I refused to be
terrorized by the lapse of time
from here to there the curtains
fluttered behind me like a perfected
tongue and I already missed him
the smooth stretch of his lipstick
pink cock and hands like oceans
captivating my flesh but I did not
cry out his name misery at its
very worst is still silent
