Holding you
my heart forgets its decorum
the second it spies you,
and insists on skipping
with the gait of one
whose heart had never been broken
my soul which I once thought strong
trembles as your high-voltage smile
fries my nerves
to wisps of stuttering marionettes
stranded among the high peaks of elation
the embers of a single night,
carefully guarded and fanned,
burning me with memories
of the frantic dark in sodden bedclothes,
jostle painfully in my stomach
as you approach
lust licks its chops
in anticipation of a replay,
hands meet in a clasp
and hold…
maybe a second too long…I hope
but your hand withdraws
friendship beams from your face,
blasting my fragile bubble of hope,
my protector, my id, roars defiance,
pours the potion deftly into your coffee
my haunted eyes follow the cup to your lip,
trace the bobbing of your throat
as you swallow
instantly, you morph,
your eyes darken and I blush
I feel the want radiating
and we both give in
the next morning,
I wake beside you,
you were watching me sleep
I smile and stretch,
feel your possesive gaze wrap around me,
catch my eye and draw in deep,
then, I see…
a demon, shaped strangely like me,
grins back from the depths of your eyes,
the price I paid, now clear,
my obsession now lives within you,
I feel the walls close in and think
Hell is right beside me
holding me, holding you
