Dying Darling Dear

[Whimsical||MUSE;]

Dying Darling Dear

There is staleness in the air;
as thick as smog,
sludge clogging our pores ----
blackheads erupt like burnt muffins
(blueberries bursting, thirsting for freedom)
as I exist,
a hungry epidemic loosed in my veins.

I satisfy myself with the taste of your skin,
salty and sweet,
shadows between my hand and yours.
Monstrous delight.
Black starvation---

I feed your demon, thrilled at the touch
but I'm

lost.

In these words,
within this verse,
in your eyes,
silenced ----------

I bite my tongue hard enough to bleed
(maybe one day I'll bleed clean) -
I want you; I need you: filthy addiction
rotting my teeth.
My hopes; my dreams: I'll never let them
go.

Am I the demon then?
Dressed as a sheep, really a wolf? Infectious
disease destroying everything;
the dead limb
you never had the heart to cut.

My love, my life,
this ivy wraps around your heart eager for the titillation,
insatiable, inglorious, catastrophic.
I will never let go,
but I do not want you to die.