My Dear Renier

My Dear Renier,

you reached my bed,

turned around,  

and I left me 

feeling nothing!

Your onyx head

was the size of a spindle

spinning above my physique

like a pirouette knitting

a supernova on the peak

of my impossible soul.

And me?

I was the feathered 
comet tail of your 
what-could-have-been.