Catch

fingers intertwined with
fascination
shaking, sinking, no stopping
this kind of thinking

labeled and discarded
imported
like the shadow you know
you see at 2 am

there is no more home
can't rewind that winter scene
that took you away

your lover never knew you
kissed your flesh
tasted you so thoroughly 
you were only
kindling
paper fire

just sweat on his back
in winter
sweltering thick,  dark air
faceless in a mirror

settled for crumbs
of a summer rogue
passing caution points
you let yourself go

you were his crimson crime
on salty sheets
he said you were his everything
what more would he have you 
believe

you wanted him
an imprint of 
the perfect catch

thing is now - there is
only a catch in your breath