Summoning your spirit, I
Touch myself in the hopes that
Somewhere beneath the surface
I will find you again.
Just as your warm touch had made me
Flutter like a leaf in the wind.
I caress, seeking the same warmth and
Intention, that your hand had felt.
I look down and see blood pooling.
Ruby red, the gashes you had left
On my belly, my wrists and my neck.
Together we were not to be conquered,
But apart, the spell has dissipated to
Leave unbecomings and unravellings.