I recognize your sexless moans;
They whisper at my back
Familiar pain
I know all too well.

I need no sight
Of, or for sore eyes --
I recognize the moans
As they recognize me. Approaching
At a slight distance

Embracing my vanity
Protecting my fragility
Attacking my spots of eternal softness.

For the broken --
Our moans precede us

As reputations do for the whole.

This is how we know
Just when to keep our heads from turning back

Refrain from turning into salt