balmy ember
You told me -
that the bite of my body
would taste like the clementines
that grew on your backyard at -
November,
so you named me after them -
Remember?
You called me -
on the phone - only sweet words of lust
dripping down - from your devilish tongue.
But when you saw me
and you could
touch my entrails and soul -
your bloody fingers
ripped off my cloak of timidity -
peeling off my orange skin -
taking off the pearl of my virginity -
leaving me dead and rotten -
under the sunset at the beach
where palm trees shadows hover
over my carcass
and your cannibal teeth
That were tasting my forbidden fruit -
drinking my - now - sour juice,
till none was left of my existence -
and the mortal energy
had in a dash vanished in the air.
But you craved -
more - debauchee of virgin fruits -
your face would feel hot and red
if my hands were still there
and my eyes not blinded by tears so blue.
Your mouth - drunk and fool -
muttered words - untrue -
yet that lustful tune
you put out with drunkeness and tremble -
felt so convincing.
You told me -
it was I who was the murderer,
for I didn't know what I did -
and my brain was just fooled
by the sunlight and the voices around me.
But you said - I could fix it,
if only now I let you bite me once more.
And I believed you.
So in that moment -
I realized that I wanted you the most
to tell me - not just mere words,
For I wanted to feel you cherish -
the passion I share in your heart - unconditionally.
Because that's when I realized -
despite the fact that you've carved indelible scars on me
with your murderous fingers -
I still need your body,
your name, to anchor me on this trembling universe.
My feet falter on the ground,
my voice crumble under the weight
of the world that haunts me unrested,
I can't live without you -
That's why I need you -
to hold me still
from plunging back in -
into my abyss -
the solitude.
somber wyvern