The red blade of her silent disappearance
Passing back and forth across my heart like Poe’s pendulum
Slicing me open every few moments, and again, and again
Has ripped away the skeletal armors I once was hidden in
And laid bare my heart, like a vital wound from which nectar and blood
Flowers and wisdom, hope and confusion
Rise, pulsing, to annunciate my soul’s adoration for her
Here, in the living love from which she hath removed herself
Here, in the one I am who must forever ache for her return.