a dreadful villanelle
for G.

Realisation sent me shuddering into space:
I will still ache for your body
When I have no eyes to see your face.

My legs, my neck; disgust and waste--
I thought you'd sail back on your own tears, really.
Realisation sent me shuddering into space.

After the revulsion had passed, I waited
Certain that the waves would send you, shortly
Now I had no eyes to see your face.

My breath and skin your eyes disgraced
I ceased to exist, just as quickly
And the realisation sent me shuddering into space.

What I would give to be out of this! The taste
Stays, soaking through the mouth and core of me
When I have no eyes to see your face.

Is your life such a chore, this place
My love, this place that holds you surely?
Realisation sent me shuddering into space:
When I have no eyes I'll see your face.

11.22.99 it's okay i don't really mean it. IGNORE me...