No Longer Dull To The Vapor, Our Eyes Well Up

No longer dull to the vapor, our eyes well up

A dry red can make you cry

I’m crooning long verse with our lips now violet and sweet

My falsetto draws you like honey

Needful

Gliding across her vulnerable flesh, there came a hard firm strike; the first of many. She let out a delicate trill.

Each swat caused the burning sensation to grow more intense, forcing her to cry out in the most profane language. By the fourth or fifth wallop—who could say? she was losing count—her whimpers had become sharper, piercing… louder.

Why did she love this so much? Why didn’t she want him to stop? She began squirming, her breathing syncopated and vigorous.

Uttering a word she never thought she would, she looked back at him with pleading eyes and begged:

“More.”

Trapped in my madness, caught in my clutch

I erase the distress and accept my depravity…

Perfect my debauchery

Barely holding on, you fall off the earth

But in the end, I will catch you

From one lucid invention of the night to another

Exhausted, lost to dreams recalling our R-rated triumvirate

At some point before dawn, you navigated the pillows and sheets

Your twirling tongues… like a starving chimera

Working on me like some mysterious alchemy

Conjuring a quasar

Beneath the cracks, she finds the cellar where I ferment

Making an addict from a dabbler

The despair and repulsion is grotesque in it’s beauty

Lewd and selfish with a thirst that cannot be quenched

She finds that spot in me…

Even deities blush

Their knees crack and crumble, its an all-consuming nothing

My fingers unmade the buttons of your longing

Unlacing the cement that holds your damaged pieces together

You painted me with your amnesiac sins

I became the shrine for all your “broke and bent”

Draped around old frames

Coaxed like honey that drips from new fingers

Do you ever miss those nights?

The half-light of the bathtub, the bare thighs

The drip, drip, drip

You melted into something shimmering… like blood, like nothingness