February '02 ~ Love
[breathe]

there's a crave that wracks
jolting as if an electric shock
burning
bleeding
very next breath a beg
aching as it pulls, nerve by nerve, from damaged lungs

 

               there is no breath without you

 

crumpled, crushed, withering away
a body left without the life you inspire
through every waking moment
that look, that glazed gaze
a mere almost touch as breath to the drowned

 

thirst quenched
to feel your eyes upon me once more
to feel the possession
to feel the claim of your lips

 

               and the breath I steal from them

 

a name carved on quivering flesh
mark as mine
marked..... is..... mine
a gentle touch smoothing all the pain away

 

i will capture
i will control
i will show you just how deeply i crave your attentions

 

               even if i must rape them from you

 

                                                            because
                                                            i.
                                                            love.
                                                            you.

 

 

 

© .02.01.02. ~b.