Murderer

white linen sheets
to lay me
down with soft 
kisses on bleeding
and broken lips

he tore me open
withdrew my heart
and lungs - left my
liver and kidneys to

decay on the nightstand
while he dissected
my tongue with delicacy
and a serial passion -

bore his fingers inside
to twist and turn and fell
in love with the cuts and veins


my sweet, 
     my sweet murderer promised
     to sew me up and back to-
     gether on red linen sheets

but never returned
with his needle and thread