The myopia of Desire

Strange are the vagaries of life

Driven by lust, stemmed by passion

My jibes hurt the most

Yours? Not even with a blood smeared knife

 

The heart thinks love, the mind craves flesh

Beat by beat I fall, thoughts collapse.

‘Veni Vedi Vici’ your voice echoes,

Iron curls in my chest, mesh by mesh

 

Alone in a crowd, Alive alone

Staggering, stumbling, surviving.

Drunk without drinking, intoxicated on you

Barely speaking, the chill forcing a moan

 

Your laugh pierces a tranquil noise

Breaking the peace of unorganised silence

I sigh, and I turn over, satisfied

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