Neurotica

there is a forgotten space 
where wanderlust hands have abandoned 
and time is frozen in collision 
with memories seeking context- 
  
aftershocks of your breath 
echo across barren shoulders 
exhaling phantoms of jubilant whispers 
that leave goose-bump headstones in their wake 
  
I secretly savor 
the imprint of your nape nip 
from staking your claim 
to my surrender, so long ago 
  
now we just mime the motions 
of the emotionless 
letting mechanics maintain course 
for the sake of monogamous marionettes 
  
I want to be made whole 
not just filled 
Venus wept