You left a trace beneath my shoulder,

as I turned around to bite your ear.

As a child craving for a mother’s breast.

As a bum yearning for something safe, sound and dear.

You crawled into my spine,

my tummy and my rib cage. 

You ripped apart my appetite,

my poise and my age.

For we met at a lost home, losing bits and pieces of a future unborn.  

As the grass embraced its roots.

As I still waited for you in those ragged boots.