Dark Shadows
05-12-2008, 10:02 PM
I gave my heart to a snake and he drained it of the last drop, throwing back a deflated and lifeless sack
I gave freely and he relished every last morsel, greedily inhaling the fragrance
With each exchange he wanted me less, with each exchange I longed for him, at times when there was no reason
The crevasse between us enlarged and the wind blew through it, the breath of this great serpent removing the softness and leaving sharp precipices and hollow valleys
Once fertile green fields and meadows of fragrant blossoms are now arid and cracked, like my furrowed brow, above eyes that question – where have you gone, what have I done?
He smiles back, those impish eyes gleaming with amusement that he could cause such agony and regret
It makes me love him more and mourn the loss with a hopelessness that seems to have no end
His slithery forked tongue is revealed to me again and glimpsing it makes that space that once throbbed with pleasure recoil and ache as if he carved a little bit out with each thrust,
He teased what little desire I had left, his muscled loins leaving me raw as he hungrily lapped up the sweetness, an orphaned kid wanting more when it was gone.
I came away drained and longing for the dark and calm of nothingness. A black canvas with a comforting silence that reveals no hurt, no vulnerability or love.
I gave freely and he relished every last morsel, greedily inhaling the fragrance
With each exchange he wanted me less, with each exchange I longed for him, at times when there was no reason
The crevasse between us enlarged and the wind blew through it, the breath of this great serpent removing the softness and leaving sharp precipices and hollow valleys
Once fertile green fields and meadows of fragrant blossoms are now arid and cracked, like my furrowed brow, above eyes that question – where have you gone, what have I done?
He smiles back, those impish eyes gleaming with amusement that he could cause such agony and regret
It makes me love him more and mourn the loss with a hopelessness that seems to have no end
His slithery forked tongue is revealed to me again and glimpsing it makes that space that once throbbed with pleasure recoil and ache as if he carved a little bit out with each thrust,
He teased what little desire I had left, his muscled loins leaving me raw as he hungrily lapped up the sweetness, an orphaned kid wanting more when it was gone.
I came away drained and longing for the dark and calm of nothingness. A black canvas with a comforting silence that reveals no hurt, no vulnerability or love.