Paige Chaplin

i can only picture this now:
your starfish body
melting into stale bedsheets
when once,
underneath the same
collapsible cotton roof,
we loved each other for the first time.
i cannot say i remember
how it felt
when you heaved yourself inside of me,
but i will never be able to forget
the taste of the skin around your neck.
each time you would thrust,
i bit into it.
it crisped
like an apple.
and how that just might have been the last time we loved each other.