YOUR PRESENCE [poem]

YOUR PRESENCE

I guess your presence was poisonous,
and evil and haunting.
Even though it was dangerous,
I fell for it,
for that stares,
for that body,
your touches were flares,
I'm kissing her downstairs.

Then I touched your skin
burning my fingers.
I don't know where you've been
but you were brutally perfect
and loud and hot and passionate.

I guess I was an addict.
I felt like the strongest God
and the strongest thought
with your touch
and with my soul
that wasn't mine, was yours.
But then i realized how ephemeral
and chaotic and explosive and consuming that was.

Your breathing,
your skin,
your raised chin
Don't you see?
I can't breathe.

And that night,
when I opened my eyes,
the Devil grabbed my hands and tore my bones apart
with your fingers on my chest.
But I know this by heart
and my mind can't handle another word,
another look or another thought.
And now, after poisoning ourselves, you're all I want.

by Ann Ucero

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