Let grateful, itself kiss your skin.

Let it twirl and wisp around those fingertips you can tweedle with,
to
write, draw, make unimaginable,wonderful
untitled somethings.

Slowly but surely,
that effervescent feeling bubble into your body;
sparks of bliss lighting those dark, dark oblivions.

I don't care!
Let those words
carelessly snuggle
themselves
in
the lines of your fingerprint.

Bare those pearly whites
everywhere,
sweet-heart!

I wonder if she ever appears in the sweetest of your dreams, kissing you softly;
I wonder if you think of her when dishonest words about your love for me splurge and leak from your mouth;
I wonder if the delicious taste of her mouth lingers on the tip of your tongue after we make love;
I wonder if the soft touch of her skin ever meets your hands when I'm not around;
I wonder if I'm there for the company, but she is there for your satisfaction;
I wonder if the curve of her smile is as crooked as your betrayal;

I wonder....

I wonder if I ever appear in your nightmares, ripping away at your flesh and devouring your vital organs;
I wonder if you think of me while her pleasured screams fill your ears as you're ******* her, and your mind tricks you to see my corpse as her body;
I wonder if the bitter taste of my broken heart ever lands on your taste buds when you taste blood;
I wonder if my cold, pale skin ever frightens you when I enter your nightmares and shackle you to death;
I wonder if the mutilated, crushed arc of your back is as wicked as my mind;


I wonder....

I love you.

At least that is one true truth.

One that I can
always,

a l w a y s

come back
to.