I wanted him under and in me
but the earth had that wish instead.
I’d thought he would begin me
but I’m ended.

I wanted him through and through me
as the bayonet that loved him first.
I’d thought he would renew me
but I’m lost.

I wanted his lips to drink me,
to scour my scent from the heat.
Now only a knife may unlace me
upon this sheet.

By Noel Williams

Image: Samara Casellini