The Afterlove

is the pulpy red organ
born after love has been
born and also died.
Nobody talks about it
but it is there.
Not even you know
it is there until
weeks or years later
when it slides
down your throat and refuses
to leave.

You wake up swallowing
something that crawled in your mouth
while you were sleeping.
Are you imagining it?
No. It’s definitely there.
You can feel it, moving down,
as it becomes a part of your body now,
as it blends with the other red pulp inside.
You can never separate the two.