his caress is a blanket over my senses,
his long fingers trailing down my spine
are like fire-brands, carving me apart
his star-kissed eyes, and moon-petal lips
taunt me, break me—
He tastes me, tears me apart, and sees all of the darkness inside; but he does not balk.
his voice is velvety silk wrapped in darkness
his skin is blazing starts, creating swirling sunbeams that dance across my skin and filter through my hair
his touch is agony
his touch is the only thing keeping me whole
only he can make me feel,
only he can bring me out of my dark,
only he can let light fill my skin and let wind sing through my hair
He is my birdsong, my starlight, my moonbeam, my sunshine
and he is nothing but a void.
the void is the shadow in the corner of my room,
He watches me sleep and sings me lullabies
the void is the darkness that follows my footsteps,
whispering ancient words and spells into my ears
begging me to unleash them, on the people at the bus stop
the void is the voice inside of my soul
telling me to take, to break, to hurt
the void is the nothingness inside my heart
he kisses me, he bites my lip
he tells me he loves me
"what is love" I ask the void,
for I do not know the feeling — or any feelings.
He only smiles, and blazes stars into my skin, tugs at my hair, and nibbles at my chin.
He massages my throat, before his fingers close like a vice
he smiles, and I only stare
the void's smile broadens, his white teeth gleaming
"love does not exist inside you so long as you exist, pet. let me set you free"
I let him
his dark caress is like poison
His touch is flame
his lips are a drug
dulling my pain
the void takes me in, curls around my soul;
burns away at all that I am — until I am nothing more.
