The crevice of my ear still carries the hint of your breath,
shoulders bear the weight of bruising
Your grip is stencilled into flesh, yet
fingertips trace a trajectory of the spine with unbearable lightness
A forensic nightmare, my body the whistle-blower
of surrendered intimacies and forbidden trespasses
The feral scent of our lovemaking shrouds like a mist, and
Stray dogs follow me home.
