All I can offer you now is weathered—
this face, these hands. I've lived too long underground.
My eyes cannot fix on the distance

How easily I teased these pins from her
robes once. Coaxing each one out with my mouth,
my lips heating her metal, I unraveled

 

He names the taste that lingers on their tongues
regret, and the word falls to the earth between them,

He stands before me as a jester stands,
mocking my position. I bid him speak