The air rots and it tastes of our deception.

With fingers entwined in vines and lies,
I beg for you to drag me down
into the murky earth to lay
my seeds of destruction in your chest and
lace our lips with our poison.

I want to wrap myself around you
as the dark soil covers our tragedy;
but only the night, pitch black when we close our eyes,
hides our treachery with its light sheet
of starlight that scars the darkness
and the sun just beyond the edges.

I disappear within myself to rid the aftertaste
from my mind, from my tongue that is too busy
creating the smile on your face;
yet more of this earthy desire crushes me
as I pull you into me and
you trace the curve of my hollowed neck
with your lips, searching for secrets
that are already yours; only yours.

With dawn rising to tear this gauze
from our wishful eyes and
for the only time we have together,
I silence your questioning lips with my own;
I surrender to the fearful desire,
this passion that penetrates me and
leaves me shaking, frightened, wanting more.

As your scared, hungry eyes stare into mine
and ask if I can keep a secret to save your soul,
all that I can taste is the terror
that I’ll never feel this way again;
all that I can taste is you.

03/12/2009

Posted on 03/12/2009
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