Crave
You loved me enough to kill me. Enough to grieve me.
(heretic love / i, the slaughtered dove)
Dying stag slowly heaves in its last breath,
You and I, interconnect
Bloodbath. This is you and I. This is how we are intertwined. Skin to skin. Vein to vein.
(i know you better than anyone else / there can be nobody else)
Crucified by my own affection. Trapped by discretion and misdirection.
The steady discordant pump of my heart. I hear yours, thumping back, in the meat of your chest. Buried in the sinew of me and you.
You and I, implies that we are separate concepts. That we can exist apart. But this would be foolish.
(it is reflexive, instinctive, to crave you the way i do / it is repulsive, unnatural, and wrong)
Lumbar lordosis,
is the arch of the back.
The curving of the spine.
(Oh god, you are mine)
Twisted tight, wrapped around your jawbone. There is a word for this. There must be a proper word for this.
I want you, is different
from
I need you
Absolution tastes like your blood between my teeth. Condemnation tastes like you. I’ll wear your bones like a crucifix. Slip inside your skin and never let go.