I flew into the sun for you on a Monday.
Despite my weekend aches and disjointed liquified thoughts.
I bound myself to your will on Tuesday.
Despite the mental incapacity I contended with over lack of words which are safe.
I tore my skin for you on Wednesday.
When others brought their concerns out of the shadow and into our light.
I walked on heat for you on Thursday.
The warmth didn’t serenade my souls as much as you claimed it would.
I shed my tears for you on Friday.
As I watched you walk away without a glance to see if I was still breathing.
And the two days which were usually ours?
I lay static, unable to move from the unbridled depth you pushed inside me.
My legs were like salt, crumbling under the final fingers of your touch.