C-86 Is Killing My Life

so tenderly detached
in contrapposto stance
bereft I’m left holding my breath
complexions a mess
sweat-stained cotton dress
the scent you have grown to detest
so eager to stay
my pores washed away
the words that you want me to say
the reel of your eyes
and my pregnant sighs/size
dissolving the salt of your eyes/thighs
adysmal-ass kiss
with fat parted lips
the gravity I long to resist
so raise that sunken chest
and please fight the tears
for they never looked so insincere