Bodysick

I’m homesick for your chromosomes.
I miss being nestled in your DNA,
Climbing double helix after another until my pulse rang in my ears,
Then resting on platelets,
Queen of your bloodstream.
When did we get here?
Strangers in our own skin.
I can’t see the shine in your eyes anymore.
I peer in, rods and cones refracting light in all the wrong directions.
Did the operation leave us broken?
My burrow in your marrow has been mistakenly removed.
I can no longer feel your bones on mine.
Gray matter I nurtured turned to twisted mangled mush.
You don’t make my heart rush;
You don’t make my skin flush.
When did we get here?
Foreigners in each other’s landscapes.
Roads I mapped out with my fingertips have been forgotten,
The paths have remained long un-trodden.
Somewhere along the way we both got lost,
Lost in technicalities of limbs and ligaments
Instead of mere movement
And feeling.
You got my mind reeling;
You got my flesh peeling.

Remember when you were mine?