At the edge of this table, with hands half trembling
Unappeased lust unmatched by such terrible splendor

A splendor of selfishness by your erratic behavior
At ease you appear through clear emotional barriers

How pleasant you look, and for once I am jealous
Your crowning achievement, not an easy endeavor

A retracement of thoughts to the time of our failures
To rooms long ago whom kindly bared witness

Your serpentine promise of hearts’ humble homes
A weak feeble tongue attached to that now hollow void

The taint on this skin, your confessions of love
These emotional sleeves have now let you go

Victor M. Garcia 4/3/08