I miss her when she goes away

A home in heels
with lips like velvet roses
whose razor edged thorns
dripped scorn into old wounds
with mouths sealed in silver
to muffle the pain
that later leaked so slowly
from her nose
I held her
while her eyes held mine
in a grasp just slightly too frantic
to be described as tender
as the sweet smell of hitched gasps
dared my gaze to stray from hers
she ran the ridges on her arm
along the tip of my outstretched tongue
to let me know
that the pains of the past
can shape our future pleasures

when the sweat began to stick
the questions came unasked
the answers came slower
shivering as we did
she said her name was charley
changed by deed poll
so everyone would know
exactly what she had become
the tip of the mountain
red with ironies was
I loved her more for it
because her mind
even within its shackles
was such a thing of beauty