Trouble.

Instant

Attraction

creates

feral

Infatuation.

He is

Trouble.

 

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The nights that I remember Him

He had me in the palm of his hand

So I could not slip through his fingers

Or drip down his body and evaporate.

Thus, I was suspended in a state

of learned helplessness

Imprisoned by his kiss.

But a transformation began

My resolve hardened, and particles

Of my being sifted like sand

Through his unsuspecting follicles.

I no longer seek to understand

Why I was a prisoner to his hands

Why my body succumbed to his every whim

My thoughts are focused solely on survival

on the nights that I remember him.

 

 

 

Hurricane

Your memory still binds me to my sheets

It has me by the heart

The sensation trickles down to my feet.

Even as I drift away to sleep

Reminiscence admits no defeat.

But a storm has begun

brewing inside my eyes,

A hurricane in disguise

awaiting the perfect moment

to annihilate the very

thought of you from my thighs.

Yours, I am not, never again will be

Our ship is sinking into the sea

I need not your arms to salvage me;

The taste of death will set me free.

 

 

Two Years

Two years ago today

our breaths intermingled in the snow

Vapour escaping our mouths

All of you, I wanted to know.

Your smile reflected

Against the winter sun

Warm and captivating

I thought you were the one.

We laughed as

Our warm bodies intertwined

such anticipation

I wanted to make you mine.

Our hearts yet unscathed

by imminent tragedy

We devoured one other

But you took all of me.

My cravings for you were insatiable

You infiltrated my brain

Escaping from you was impossible

Thus commenced the pain.

Two years ago today

Our souls broke the ice

But on this cold November night

Our love paid the price.