He found me in the chirps of tiny frogs,
smothered me in stagnant sun rays
and enchanted me with wet nakedness.
He distracted the air from entering my lungs,
swirled thoughts of you across my skin
like a hurricane.
He weaved your scent around my nerves,
taught my tongue to dance in your ear.
Magic. He left me.
He tasted the way I said
He tipped his hat and stepped outside.
Stake through my tongue,
poison in my heart,
his absence drowns me.
I thought I heard the frogs just yesterday.