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I love your cold fingers
As they run through my hair,
Sending a chill down my spine.
I love your eyes, fixed in place
As they stare into mine,
Though I know they see nothing.
I love your pungent scent
As it suffuses our air;
I cough, it's too much to bear.
I love the sour taste
As my lips press against you,
A port for my tongue to pass through.
I love the stillness of your chest
As I lay my head to rest,
Listening to a hollow silence.
You've stiffened to me over time,
But the romance endures;
Who but I could appreciate you?
My love for you gives me life,
Though I already stole yours;
I suppose we're both spoiled.
I stare through glass with eyes likewise.
I wish you knew what's on my mind;
Though we are destined not to meet,
I love all of you that I see.
My sight now blocked by someone else:
The one who placed me in this hell.
He robbed me of my dignity,
But even so brought you to me.
Your figure shapely, nails well-kept,
Your arms so thick, your shoulders set,
Your face unmarred by rash or scar;
What a beautiful thing you are.
I yearn someday to deeper know you:
Touch you, taste you, sit atop you.
We're both stuck here, fingers splayed,
Arms and legs pinned, on display.
SHE
Visited by familiar loss,
Acquiesced to any cost — then
Abandoned pretense of restraint, and
With guilty comfort herself did acquaint.
HE
Repulsed by foul discovery,
Resolved to wrest the Curtain free, but
Triggered fateful ebullition — still,
To Lex talionis gave fruition.
Licking at (glowing through) the frame,
Hearth to fellow dissidents (dissident fellows),
Fire rages (beckons) inside.
hey, its been a while
i dont have many reasons to see you anymore
i guess thats a good thing
its only at times like this
when im lying in bed and cant sleep
that you appear to me
a face i hardly recognize
a voice trying not to be heard
the medicine helped with that
was it selfish of us?
when you disappeared
a lot of people were upset
some of them forgave me
even if they still miss you
if you came back suddenly
would they miss me?
i dont think they understand
one of us had to go
and if it were me
you might have followed
then neither of us would be here
did you die, then?
that doesnt seem right
youre not exactly hiding either
i can still call you if i must
ask you to come back for a while
but its getting harder to reach you
and these days its unnecessary anyway
the medicine helps with that
while youre here
i want to thank you
youve certainly thanked me plenty
thanks for finding me
thanks for letting me stay with you
thanks for protecting me
thanks for loving me
loving me enough to disappear