She always comes
with a hole in her heart
her belly tied in knots
and a fire raging in her mind
seeking a bridge of
emotional availability
strung between
stoic, uncaring bedposts.

He is defined by what he isn't:
the universe of all things
not part of her demolished passion,
manifest as an apparition
of faintly scented pillows
breathless whispers
taking his shape
to conform to the void framed by
her adjacent intimacies.

Embrace her
empower her
but don't get too attached
because this one, too,
will soon be gone.