Reflections

Short one about a part of my past

There are memories of sensations,
Lips against my skin
Eyes so penetrating
They could publish all my sins
A single bed and warm embraces
Floating high on borrowed wings
But this life put us through our paces
And our feathers became singed
Hollow space in safest places
Where her body should have been
The burning cold of realisation
Cutting sharply through the dream
A shattered soul beyond salvation
Far away and lost at sea
And his horrific inclination
To love too easily.