Mistook A Tailpipe For A Windpipe

And in that affectionate moment I closed my eyes, leaned in, 
and tasted the exhaust of your wind pipe; I missed

You turned your head, then your back, and I suspected this not in the slightest

The one thing I allowed myself to covet

Left me in the dust burning my eyes; it wasn't that which made me cry,

but the rather the absence of it

You whispered "You are something I need."

The silence of the aftermath created a ringing in my ears which caused them to bleed

I was left sick from it

'You're dead to me.' buried six feet deep,

In the pit of my nauseated stomach