Where Your Eyes Were
these openings, these candles in the eyes whose sockets saw desire, these and then forgiveness/ what you were was hunted down/ yielding in release, we smile in the dark knowing our names are not our names/ they are simply the names given to us, in rooms of loneliness, we would find our own names, bending naked and pretending we are someone else whose scars are ragged coins set softly on the bones where your eyes had been/