Intoxication

Tonight I walked.

I walked for hours over cold stones.

My feet shuffled from fatigue.

I’m tired.

I’m tired over you.

You invade my thoughts, my dreams, my bed.

I can still taste you.

I need to taste you again.

Bitter.

Sweet.

Never again will you allow it.

Your sober mouth sings lies.

These lies suffocate us.

Trapped in an oxygen cage.

The air knows.

It knows our secrets, our truths, our desires.

I desire you.

All of you.

I want you inside me again.

You dipped your fingers ever so slowly, pushing your way deeper.

Reaching, you touched my soul.

Remnants still remain underneath your fingernails.

I seeped into your skin.

I now linger in your pores.

But you ignore it.

Easy as pie and what a delicious dessert you serve.

Creamy.

Warm.

You melt in my mouth and I swallow, choking on your poison.

Infected, your sex is my disease.

I yearn for a cure, but there is none.

My fingertips are wet.

My breath heavy.

My heart aches.

I moan naked in the dark for you.

I wait for your return, but you never come.

You came once, do you remember?

The feeling of you jerk and tremble as you reached for my hand, it haunts me.

Holding it tight, you relaxed.

​Your smell in my sinuses soothed me so and I fell.

I’m still falling, so I walk.

I walk to rid myself of feeling.

I walk to ease the pain.

I walk, yet I am I tired.

I’m tired over you.

I’m tired over love.

I’m tired and I’m sick.

Still, I never walk away.