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a word vomit.

as i lie with you amongst a river of dark sheets,

and caress your heavy body to mine --

we will seep into this bed like bodies beneath water,

and delve into dream which will rest us upon the pebbles

of our minds.

solid,

smooth,

or jagged and rough.

i will feel your skeleton against mine, 

breathing lightly against fleshy insides --

and inhale your pain into my lungs like a cigarette,

until you rot away my soul;

and turn it black with decay.

my heart will yearn for yours until it tightens and shatters,

and punctures my chest until crimson swaths you within it's substance
like an infant in it's first blanket... 

tight, tight:

comforting,

warm,

or constricting, and smothering.

surrounding you,

cutting off your cries with sweet, tight security, 

and warm fluidity that you knew 

only in the womb.

as my love for you seeps like living mist from the pores of my skin,
and, like a pearl, it remains pure 

                  whilst my flesh around it, rots --

flaking away against the time we spend,

entangled in one another's whining embrace.

i breath a  s i g h  against your sensitive ear.

heavily,

quietly,

burdened with despondency;

it is a whimper, carried by the wind through your window

and translated only by the dying trees of this earth.

the breeze whispers it back like a fond memory into your dreams...

for my last breath will be your name.

but fret not, my love, you will sleep through it.

i have nothing more to give.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- acutely intricate poetry... that reveals (to me) every realm of a scene where intimacy unravels and expresses an overwhelming emptiness... perhaps symbolizing 'love' which somehow escapes the kind of recognition it deserves... -- an overwhelming read... haunting, captivating and consuming stuff...