when
he
tore
you
a new ear
in your shoulder
I wanted
the world to start
whispering
completely
when that bruised blue
became
a color
that was
no longer
related
to our affection
I wanted
to tear out
dusk
I wanted
to go down
and eat
the soil
I wanted
to torture
the sky
I wanted
to bury
dusk beneath
a strong tree
one that does not
weep
.