the Dent

Barely visible, only seen if truly looking
A concave, lowering worth, to most
Proof of love lost, to me
Lingering glance rushes it all back
Each moment, each breath

The feel of my back thrust into steel
Fingers clinched in hair
Arms crushing skin
Breathing caught, the world frozen
Eyes wide, gazes penetrate

Lips clash together
Tongues ravenous in hunger
Teeth collide in a gnash
Kisses of tainted red
Blood answering lusts’ call

Burn as stubble grates stubble
Gasps when earlobes are bit
Sounds drowned, hearts pound
Emotions enflamed
Bodies on fire

No one sees it but me, only me
But I look nearly everyday
Returns me back to loss
To passion
To love