I do not feel or know or know to feel.
Sometimes I think I know
know all I cannot see.
I know because I feel it.
Or was it just your hands on me?
memories melt into molten drips of us
glide pull pucker at my skin
puddles pool in thick and heavy swirls
begging at my heels
hot wax of my heart-burn melt harden
and fall away from me.
I feel only the sting of your love
the last licks lingering here and there
the love i used to love,
the love i love to hate.
Until it’s gone
and the only thing left is me
I do not know if i ever knew,
but does anyone really ever know?
In any case, if i ever knew,
This is all I know,
And this is all i do not know,
I know me.
I know me in all the ways I know you.