Your Memory

At night I claw at your memory

I rip it to shreds look­ing for a way in
to find the warmth that once engulfed me

I dig into your mem­ory
like a starv­ing ani­mal search­ing for fare

At dawn, I hold your bat­tered life­less mem­ory,
rock­ing it in my arms,
madly whisper-​​singing to it,
des­per­ately putting it together,
mak­ing it whole

Just a lit­tle less whole than last night,
but still

And by sheer force of will,
your mem­ory will rest through the day
in a cra­dle of affec­tion and fondness

But come night­fall,
come rest­less sleep,
your mem­ory is there yet again,
beneath me

And in my dreams I rip open your skin
and fuck you through the wound