Verse: Ouroboros (Circle V)

Your absence
is an abscess
I try not
to pick at it
but the infection
spreads

I have been
afflicted
with longing
for too long

exacerbated
by the calumny
of clocks
their click click
like fingers
on formica
or stilletos
descending a stairwell

the haunted
extenuated hours
the minatory
minutes
time seems
to encircle me

I cry
and curl
swallowing myself
until your return
when I am reconstituted
made flesh
once more
in your delicate eyes