Devilled suit

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A woman lays with you
and your soulless body,
just when she finds
a birth mark in the shape
of cherry blossom lips
and the scent of a once love,
that lingers, so much that
angels descend to glimpse the
piece of heaven she left behind;
the sign, that in some other universe,
she was there, she who turned you into
an angel with wells that have
your eyes, which only gods
could divine--when you then
tremble whilst tucking
your white clean shirt
back into your devilled suit
and leave to the darkest
corridor and farthest corner
at some cafe, taking your
darkest brew and the taste
of her, that roams the air
stilled in time as you smoke
the only life you have left away;
your favorite kind of loneliness,
when silence then would
spell its secrets,
taking you back,
to her heart,
for the last time
once more.