Instant
Attraction
creates
feral
Infatuation.
He is
Trouble.
Instant
Attraction
creates
feral
Infatuation.
He is
Trouble.
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.
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 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.