PARTINGS          

Long fingered phallic symbols 
sticky, screaming and smelling of pop-tarts
strangles the unfeathered pen

Peach-pitted cryptic eyes
peer, screaming and smelling of the
foul lasting stench of frustration
travel down a river of tears 

Glancing at a photograph
wondering why it is so hard
to get over a man
that was so bad

His fingers danced 
across my body
like pearls sliding
down a sheet of white silk

I told him my intimate thoughts
I, the bee, sharing my honey
he, a snake, sharing his venom
my tongue absorbing every last drop

and so, if this venomous snake
has bit me, poisoning my heart
with despair and loneliness
then why
then why is it so hard
for me to leave
the memories
left 
far far behind