Drench

Your lips are not mine
no matter how warm
they gently touch my skin.
Somewhere between the puffs
of mint-scented breaths
smelling like candy,
the act cannot be acted out
without the climactic sigh
of betrayal as someone else's name
is revealed by your eyes
that see shadows by the windows
as you withdraw and pretend
to be satisfied, while your tears
wet the bottom of our bed
and drench us to death.