My Love, I Will Die For You

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mon amour, je vais mourir pour toi

 

Hand me the scalpel;

I will

excise my own love

muscle,

98.6° and sputtering crimson

motor oil.

 

I want to see my cooling lifeblood

soak into the pores of your gluttonous hands; and

when you comb those sticky fingers through your dark curled hair, I

want you to remember my kohl edged eyes staring down at you in the

darkness of our vulgar fornication.

Bite into the piece of me you cradle in red slickened palms, and

sup what’s left of my liquid soul.

 

 

(image:etsy)

38 Comments

          1. Yes! I balance the impulsiveness of a dreamer with the reality of being a tasty morsel in the eyes of soul vultures. They should at least have the decency to view us as prey once we are corpses! Of which I am not, and neither …I hasten to add… are you!

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