Post-Mortem Aphrodite
Date: Feb 15th, 2007 7:09:51 pm - Subscribe
Mood: dark
Bestowed with secrets and
fantasies of finality,
your fricative words created sweat on me;
tempting screams out of me.
The hurting that could hurt so sweetly.
Dreams of blood
coursing through arteries
and my sad artistry
as I draw lines on you.
Seething with passion and
Teething on the razor
in my mouth.
I stared at the light
falling off billboards tonight,
thinking of what is not.
As bodies on them like yours glow white
and rot the skyline like a rash.
Not as beautiful as yours, as
Beauty becomes so much more
potent when destroyed.
These ones lacked luster,
for the lines, our lines,
they would not have drawn.
The lines we prayed to
in coarse breath at dawn.
While our chimera's collected like
clouds connecting in a storm of
macabre want.
There was a safety found
in our static pauses,
and the bodies you'd only show to me.
I found something there,
amid our chaotic affaire de coeur
A courtship between surgeons.
My eidolon birthed in you.
It's dark, It's wrong,
and it's in me too.
But only with you.
My aphdrodite in a body bag.
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