Vermillion

I remember the eyes of the stranger

our words that melded 

our hands that stroked

as if we knew who we were as one

It was the numbness that made it easy, digestible...

In the sweat, in the heat, in the sway of our dance

It was the excitement, the pleasure of our skin

faced with our disorientation that made it even more terrifying

It was the beat of your heart

foreign, mocking, but of a great allure

that tempted me into an unspeakable madness

You were to let me die, then and there

amongst the filth, or maybe the beauty of 

your ego...

It was our fleeting ecstasy

that made me fall deep

Deeper and deeper into the sea

of our climax

There was a flame that we made

A flame that still holds me 

A flame that burns me, that hurts me

but one that embraces me as human

It is a flame that I dare not speak of today.