she hears it
thud
within her heart
darkening that softly whispered thing
he’d wept at her feet
squeezing his chest
begging her
to come back
where he could have her, love her
but, snow white
and glistening,
she congeals in
the rush of blood—
cheeks heated, flushed
and damp
spent where he
could never bring her back,
hold her into it long enough
to let it sink
into her skin,
her fluids,
her flesh and bones
holding her, hard
and pushing love into
that bruised place
she cries
every time he touches
forged with passion
sought with tears
a groove never deep enough
to reach the watercourse
and dangles
not siphoned,
a conduit,
clamped
as she turns away
too close
to feel it anymore
Copyright 2013 Jennifer Wagner
Posting to The Poetry Pantry at Poets United
