This will hurt, but you’ve been gone.
Aching, but I can’t seem to look at your face anymore.
Just a feeling – but I know where you’ve been.
Eyes to the floor cause you have her hidden deep.
My knees at the alter, thighs around your neck.
Forgotten holy water for your perfect orchard tree.
I know you don’t care, but I’ve been thirsty.
Hands in your hair, cause I can’t help my roots.
Your tongue in my flower, a tear down my check.
Watered and moaning – but I can’t seem to shake it.
Who is she?