Smoke snakes across the sky;
meanders into her mind
like the night's lullaby.
And the incent burns itself away
leaving the memory of it behind
The aroma lays its hands
on everything here.
Dark eyes penetrate the black
searching the secrets for love.
Obsidian mist fills the air
with the sound of her heart beating
The blood is pushed within the veins
as her lips find the chasm of life again
The roaring silence settles
upon the room and steals
the gasps of beautiful agony
into itself.
"Shhh," the whisper finds its victim,
"The sting is only the first, my dear."
Warmth runs from under her
and finds hiding in her flesh,
white beneath the morning moon.
Hands reach across the sheets
for the bottle on the nightstand...
captured Nepenthe.
She helps it to his lips,
"Run from this memory
but the mark will find you."
The bloodied satin cradles him
as she leans in, like before,
with that dreaded kiss
of shared desires.
The stillness is a whirlwind
of turmoil , too thick to swim in
He can't fight it and
part of him doesn't want to.
Paradise or Abaddon
This torture is blissful;
Just like a drug
you know it will kill
you just need more.
Her form apologizes for
the lack of conversation her tongue
has delivered into the eve;
His eyes close as her body finds his
and her voice haunts the rivers to his brain,
"Run from this memory
but the mark will find you...
I will always find you."
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