Inside you is where I will be.
Within your pliable mind.
Throughout you, my fingers explore
each corner, each crevice of your being.
I'll stroke you, burn you, gag you, restrain you
Until I find the jewel - the hard facts of you.
My tongue presses into the flesh
of your soul, the sugar coating melts;
I've set you free, free from oppression
Free to be. Free to act on your darkest fantasies.
14th February 2012
God of Bones
The god of my bones wants my soul But he can only possess my bones, He pulled me into his marrow I consumed his cells, I became Him and he was me, Now my body is dead in his memory, I gave him my heart - he owns my corpse. He dreams of me in his nightmares I possess him as he sleeps, His bitter-sweet infatuation. As I plead for him to let me go He sacrificed me to the god of his bones. Now I bathe in the chaos we made - I'm a mile away and I can feel his pain, We share our grief through the wet wind And the lashing waves. He pulls on me With our psychic link - my gut wrenches. He drinks and I write, our thoughts coexist Since we sacrificed