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