Liquid
You smoked your cigarettes dampened with my spit.
You watched me shower through frosted glass.
You drew blood from my shoulder and my breast.
You drank wine from the hollow of my neck.
You traced your poetry in my sweat.
I couldn't cry enough for you
and now you swim in icy water,
fucking mermaids
until your heart is sodden
though your eyes are dry.March 2002
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