A dark pleasure.
You were the one
to lead me
into this shadow dream.
You beckoned me
with your penetrating stare,
your high cheekboned haughtiness,
your eyes impassive and stony,
your cheeky necklace of carved bones.
You tantalized me
with omens and portents,
with aggressive kisses,
pretty words full of poison,
seductive lures.
Until I surrendered
eagerly
to your naked depravity.
You hijacked my body
like a thug,
breaking and entering,
violently taking over,
until all I wanted
was you.
Then you were an inside job.
You were inside me
and I needed you
to stay
with me.
I sought primal wholeness
in you,
like a snake eats its tail.
Like a shaman eats
the vine of the dead,
seeking completion
at the edge of the abyss.
La petite mort.
You annihilate me,
my lover,
yet still
I soar.