pour it all on me, sir
your perfume
i yearn to bathe in your smell
my skin stained
with the potency of your pheromones
do smells have color?
because yours, is a deep purple
abysmal
like your absent love
you breathe a fire like some ancient dragon
burning me to a crisp
how i desired desperately to be ended by your breath
did you know, death is not a fact,
it’s a sensation that is already within us
and you
always help me almost reach mine
why do we do this?
— diverge, converge
fuck, unfuck
tangle, untangle
zig zag, criss cross —
i’m drained, constantly healing from your venomous stings
stuck
in a labyrinth made of the bloody threads of my nerves
my heart roars like a storm, in anticipation to break loose from your grapple
eager for future pulsations that cannot stop
our love, sir, is as delicate as a crystal that breaks
with a musical disastrous crash
the day i escape
will i play a honeydew melody on a flute directed at the heavens
and cry rivers of joy
that invisible cupids will bathe in
and when i do
the gods will watch
at a spectacle dizzying even for their immortality