I cross my fingers
on his lips
I put them
into his cold organs
where nothing lived
and never
will
unless we hastily
confront it.
I did him lover.
We enjoyed.
I cared no more
he wasn't better
I shared no more
he hardly did
we kissed apace
(who can forbid it).
No cherished memories,
no ruins
I ruined nothing
of them all
and nor did he
as I assume it
with no salute
no farewell.
Margo Kirlan
