The Other's

You sneak away
with your reason—

leaving her holding her pain
to her ear against the telephone,

trying to reach you.

It is always midnight
when you unglue my scars

& prey on me.

It is always four
when my nervous heart
starts beating

to your rhythm.

I am more obtuse—

I do not need reasons
to explain how
passionless marriages
are never complete.

You say—

"is it that easy to marry you?"

& I want to run headfirst
into your spine,
whispering

"take me, take me."

I want to eat your body
until you cannot survive

without me.