would you…
elaborate, sir, and let me put it on display?
(i’ve been dying to taste you)
aching to smell the stench of your salt.
dreaming of touching you…
fantasizing of your salivating mess of lust for me.
you’re killing me here, you know…
with dark eyes and light skin…
a dream of which i know nothing, but feel everything.
everything.
gnihtyreve.
tonight smells of the shore
but not of the things you bring to me.
wrapped up in me like a blanket and i keep you tied in a knot.
a loose chokehold really.
concede to me, for i know it’s what you’d like.
i can’t bear another week of this foul torture.
eyes between only lines as i taunt from a twenty hour arms length.
an arms length… that’s what it is, correct?
a stretch?
you’re a destination.
“just hang in there”
“you’ll see”
“it’ll be worth it”
“things will work out”
“you’re my reason”
that’s just it darling.
you’re
my
reason.
so i’ll shout it to you, but with less force this time.
sometimes in the form of a whisper.
sometimes just a brush against that thickness of your neck.
all of the time…
an incomplete thought.
when you feel that… it’s me.
I am running in circLes here,
fOrced to belieVe that i’m in charge when wE both know that’s only a façade.
a delicately planned falsetto of sorts, and we know
that
You
will be the one to ruin me.
yOu
will be the stalker in the night.
shoot me up with your drug when i’m least sUspecting it.
what would you like?
SIR?
fuck It.
let’s go.
that was the poiNt of this madness right?
that’s what you were waiting for?
i’m going to fall back into this dreAm state.
you know the one.
the echo of your skin
and the touch oF your voice… on mine…
as we fuck with words On a couch in a shitty apartment where content is the worst way of descRibing the feeling we both have.
“pass mE the soda can sweetheart”
(so i may use the tin to cut out your heart and marinate it in juices you’ve been dying to feed upon)
you Violate me so completely, boy.
and i’ll quiver at the thought of your tonguE while you Remain staring with those innocent eyes.
innocent enough to make a nun want to fucK you in public,
but no, that’s my job.
take my hand and follow me Into the discarded remnaNts of this worlD.
tO dance upon the Flesh of his love for me.
we’ll make it a ritual…
and hold ceremonies with candle Wax.
with pictures of them frAmed so neatlY on the walls.
for now i’ll get back to my life.
tomorrow is one step closer.
closer to…
closer to.
