Esoteric Intercourse

Does my fallen angel still
Whisper my name, if only
To herself?
Does she carry a picture
Of my paper doll likeness
Held to her old jacket
With one needle through
Left breast, and one
Through right hand?

A pause of regret, perchance?
Surely I'm worth that.
If you close your eyes for
Just a moment.

No, it's another mortal
She whispers to.
Some other sad denizen
To a world she doesn't know.
Did you let him taste your
Taffy? Did he swallow it whole?
Did he not notice the poppies,
The hemlock, the brine.
That sour aftertaste
That clings to the spine.

I wish I had known you,
more than your beauty or grace.
You were my desert oasis
Turned desolate mirage.

If she were to be speaking to me
This would surely be my reply.
But none more of this my love,
This is our final goodbye.