Your silhouette is a somber smile traced on my lips as they kiss your fingers closed. Hoping they’ll find refuge in the crevice on my neck where your tongue has caressed and your teeth, bared like wolves warning prey, have painted the poison in which I will breathe you.
Pounding my lungs, you have become smoke on the windows… I have held my breath in suspense of arrivals and departures . Making sure to tap out the softest beat on your biceps, so you may remember me during those liquid nights with over powering darkness.
I drank a glass of the sunset in hopes that I could memorize your touch. Drunk off the morning dawn and well into the dusk of another sleepless night. My rib cage has collapsed under your tender kisses , but as I awaited your succulent hisses, Asphyxia.
An internal vector, has numbed these haunted fingers. Tips that once had brushed your face. As a writer’s pens had written, that yearn to quell your ghost ignites my inner passion.
Painted visionary, standing over your body, I salute your sword. Powerless to your reign, I surrender myself before you. In this, I’ve become yours.