The Hiatus

April, 11, 2007; 5:59 PM

I wanted to crush your ribs;
With this arms;
And destroy every bone that you have;
In that little bosom of yours.

I wanted to put my lips on your nose;
And consume your breath;
And leave you be;
Grasping and suffering at your demise.

I wanted to bite your lips;
Gnaw through your teeth;
Try to cut off your tongue;
And drink all of your saliva.

I wanted to devour your soul;
Consume your very life;
Leave your eyes pale;
And your mouth open.

Every time I see you;
Standing right before me;
Sweating like everybody does;
I seek to dry you until you scatter into dust.

But I couldn’t;
Of course, I wouldn’t.

You are not mine.

I am not yours.

Each time I see you and never do these;
I drift away from them.
Into you, into you.

~ by daerd on April 12, 2007.