ROMANCE Poem: Spectral silhouettes, arduously silent, by Willa Umansky

I am unraveling
a calamitous disaster
pace, woefully languid.

I’d bathe in your sunlit eyes and dance
upon the freckles that decorate your arms.
so I’ll let it take me.
Crestfallen. Despondent.
Reduced to my want
for you, personhood carved away.

I look at the glow of
the moon and my stomach
has pits.

I’m furiously unwinding this carefully crafted knit as
the moon reminds me of you.
i’ll keep tugging, aching
with a fervent desperation. I can at least feel
your gaze until it runs out.
I’m curious how far you’ll let things go.

It will hurt.
I just wonder how bad?

I’m letting you lead, despotically.
Hand in my hair, guiding me.

My ears eagerly feign whimpers
I crave to know the ways that your face would contort with
strained breaths and an arched back.
vestiges of humanity.