Your small sharp intake of breath
The rapid beating of your heart
The look in your eyes delight or surprise
These are the things I remember about you the first time I put it inside you
You couldn't get enough after that first time begged me to do it again as often as we could
Laid down or stood either was good
Now one year on with your beauty gone I find it harder to do to satisfy you but your passions the same begging and whispering my name
But you needed too much and now your ice to my touch and fear rips through my heart imagining a new start
Some new partner to share my endless need not to care to shut out this world this reality
Push it far from me
Back onto the dark street hurrying to meet my saviour my knight who makes everything alright
Then back to our squat where you lay and rot the spoon over the candle this world I can't handle the sweet stab of pain as the heroine blankets my brain and I lay down next to you your cold arms thin as sticks dreaming of my next fix
