At least these barefoot, contused emotions
Mollify my megalomania
That seeps from mine now lauded self notions.
By what real means do these phenomena
Incessantly evoke flashbacks of you?
It is my skin aching to be caressed-
The pain is something I cannot eschew.
I on one leg stand and puff out my chest
For I have become, in your long absence,
The jealous witness of this game for two-
And I do bite my thumb onto distance,
Whose restricting fangs upon my heart chew.
Your name is on my lips forever burned,
As if 'twas I who ate the fruit, and learned.