Dead Elizabeth The Pleasures Of Antiquity
maybe if i close my eyes tight enough,
the void you left inside of me
will fill itself with water and cement
leaving no room for second guesses
or any other seduction that has all the risk,
and none of the reward.
we would break bones together,
our thoughts a colorless mesh of tears and sweat.
nothing compared or could relate
to the cerebral bond between us.
we would touch and melt together,
and could be painted as thick sunburst
onto the blank canvas that was my life.
an artform so soft and precious.
your whispers and comforts
held the brush and kept it steady.
when your filthy hazel eyes meet mine,
you still bleed into my forefront,
but you refuse to remember
that we once shared the same skin.