I let myself into you.
In fact, I allowed you to devour me. I felt not one ounce of pain. I felt no suffering. I felt no guilt or shame or remorse for making you my every consumption. Not one breathe I took wasn't for you. Not one smile wasn't created for you.
I fear that what we once had wasn't only love, but madness. Pure and blissful madness. That's what love should really be. We were two crazy kids from a tiny corner of America that fell in love.
But I fell just a tiny bit harder. My mind still aches at my heart's constant screaming.
I now lie awake thinking of all the things I said, you said, I did, we did and part of me knows you are the devil for me. You create a monster that is hard to tame, but I'm wrapped, strung out, chained to you.
A group of tourists are on the savanna
three jeeps full of families with cameras
they stop to take some pictures of lions
a few minutes later one fool dares to get out
He wants to take a closer look
wants to get that wow snap
but unbeknown to him
a lioness sneaks up from behind
Suddenly mayhem erupts
the lioness jumps on the photographer's back
claws around is shoulders
then biting if like gentle at his neck
Children are screaming in the jeeps
the adults are shouting in despair
as two other lions rush to bring him down
then they all do start to rip and tear
All in the jeeps watch helplessly
as this poor foolish man is devoured
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
How smart we were to eat pieces of one another
To keep small portions of each other
Hidden cleverly inside us
The little bits of you secretly tickling
The inside of my stomach
They don’t feel like butterflies
More like birds of prey
Dancing with angels
Their wings brushing up against me
When the joy of their movements
Allow them to forget themselves
And spread their wings full.
I didn’t really listen to what you said
I more so observed what you’d do
Actions speak louder than words
Most cases that is true
You always knew
Just how to shatter the boundaries
Mix it all up
Captured in your
As you would clamber
All the while leaving me there
Without a clue
Romantically craving the
Phantom that was you
it's this weird sense of
that's started to eat at my
sense of enthusiasm lately.
it's as if everything i do is for
there's not even an identifiable cause -
it's just there.
this overwhelming consumption
of every smile i've ever smiled and this
mind-boggling urge to just melt away
to melt away to disappear to be devoured in any sort of
flame or destructive force so i don't have to see
the light of day so i don't have to
wake up again so i can just
have been so i can be a
would have been so i can just
i hate it.
When he sits for supper,
silver spoon in hand,
carving out craters from the space
between his thighs, and the concavity
of his hips, and the fragility
of his torso, and the plateau
of his tummy all satiate his
mind --but martyr his soul.
The black jelly is slurped down with gusto;
but, from the craters he has created,
others will now see his incompleteness.
At one corner of the subconscious
she waits to land on my dream
this morn too she came
offering my hungry mouth
a piece of guava
part eaten it was laced with her saliva
stoked my lust from the first bite
she never ages a bit
wished she came to me on each night
bringing youth endlessly sweet!