If This Isn’t Eros

The clothes that covered you

Now lies on the floor

The saliva that coated your mouth

Now resides in me

 

The whispering in my ears

Now erupts me

The dews emitted from your body

Now stained me

 

The broken hair strands that I touched

Now feels me

The scars that I felt in you

Now impales me

 

The time I spent with you

Now lingers to me

The privacy that I had with you

Now only the walls know

 

If this isn’t Eros

Then I am a snake with ears