Your smile is a shiny serrated knife,
Divine, but deadly.
With the power to mesmerize my mind
And to slowly, beautifully put an end to me.
One layer at a time, you peel back my skin.
And even as the blood begins to seep out of my pores,
I will delight in the pleasure of your attention.
The pain of the lacerations caused by your kisses,
Barely an afterthought -- to plague me only after
The door shuts behind you and the memory of your spirit
Is the only thing left to violently wake me in the middle of the night,
So that torturous thoughts of you can pour out onto my pillow.
My body heaves trying to purge itself
Of the wonder it still holds for your soul and the
Desire for your skin still pulsing through every vein.
But to rid myself of the memory of you,
would leave only a breathing corpse, for your fingertips
have grazed every fiber of my being.