Parallel Lines

[heslopian]

Remembrances like scattered scraps Could "like" in this line be replaced with a comma, just so you don't use two similes in a row?
Floating like ashes from a fire.
White heat of passion burnt
The living flesh, leaving only
Insubstantial, cobweb skeletons. These three lines, from "white heat" to "cobweb skeletons", are my favourite in the poem. They're perfectly grotesque, almost Edgar Allan Poe-ish. The mixing of sex and horror is superb.
I could only be to you
What soul required Should a "my" or "your" go before "soul"? It feels like a word is missing here.
You could not be to me
What flesh desired.
Forever on parallel lines
Joining only in some theoretical universe. Smashing close.

An imagistic poem, rich and elegant. I like it a lot. The way it talks about love while dipping into gory and cynical images is great. Thank you for the read.