"The Body and the Blood."

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by cosmogyral

by cosmogyral

΅ ❧ ΅

i need you-
i heard myself,
but what you didn't hear
was the sheer magnitude of
the need i never confessed;
the primal urge to taste you,
the yearning for your raw ache,
to undo all the sinews,
to hold your dying whimpers as
your blood would drip down my chin.

I CLENCHED YOUR LIFE
BETWEEN MY TEETH,
MY NAME ON YOUR TONGUE
IS YOUR SOUVENIR.

your lungs won't feel stuffed-
i will handle them with care.
remember how you left me breathless?
i'd do the same,
caress them softly
and suck away the air.

i want you in your purest state,
i want to devour every bit
of your existence,
when the sun wakes,
i would pull out your eyes
and swallow your nightmares.

I CAN BE YOUR MISERY —
CRY OUT YOUR AGONY!
SO EVERY TIME
YOUR EYES BLEED
THEY BLEED ONLY FOR ME.

to peel your skin with care
from the flesh that refrains
your spirit from flying away;
i would free you from
your sorrows and despair -
drink you in my system,
store you in my veins.

the creases of your lips
imprinted me with deep cuts,
when you had my breath hitched
did you feel my erratic pulse?
when i allowed you to choke me
did you understand its Morse code?
the confessions of my heartbeats
thumping against the lines of your palm.

I LET YOU TAKE CONTROL
TO KNOW HOW YOU LOST IT.

i'll chew your heart gently
so it stays intact from when
i had it once mended,
i'll taste every disappointment
and each bittersweet heartbreak,
no cutlery, i promise-
my hands will hold it well,
i'll take my time, my darling,
savour the final taste.

you could stare at the walls-
as i string you into faith
you had me under a love spell and
i mistook you for a saint.
crash my ribs, dear, and let
the dominoes fall from heaven,
i don't mind the scars, beloved,
i can lick my wounds in hell.

CROSS MY HEART AND
I HOPE TO DIE,
BE MY CORPSE,
I SHALL BE YOUR BRIDE.

and if they ask about us
after we're laid in one grave
i'd like them to remember
how my beloved stayed
with a blooming hole in his chest;
dewy lips, empty sockets-
his devotee left nothing else.

with my sins forgiven,
the acts pardoned-
confessions accepted
on the broken penance,
me, my lover and our promises;
the father, the mother
and the spirit;
the holy wine,
and salvation.

HOW MY LOVER AND I
ROT AS ONE;
THE ANCIENT SCRIPTURES
NAMED US AN   ACT OF GOD;
THE SINNER WHO WAS FORGIVEN
THE LOVER WHO ATE   HER   LOVE.
HE CRUCIFIED HIMSELF FOR HER,
SHE IMMORTALIZED HIM WITH
THE BODY AND   THE   BLOOD.

a/n:
aaand this is what happens when you're a tired insomniac with an overthinking mind on overdrive and unhealthy habits.