11-14-2014, 01:56 AM
So now you leave me colder than the blood I oozed for you.
Kiss me hard, and bleed our lips until red iron fills your throat
and scents your memory with taste of flesh, eaten in the dark.
You will not remember me, but tears you squeeze from lovers
lost will salt your tongue and dry your mouth. No words will come.
Some laugh along their lonely lives, some keep a silence simmering
until the long, low heat evaporates all that once was liquid love.
But I will scream out loud and make your name explode
through walls of glass and brick and stone;
what bounces back will only be an echo of my memory.
You will you hear my whisper in your bed on quiet nights;
a voice so small that drifting winds will make you wake and prick
your ears in case the air is making words, or rain a sobbing sound.
Tectak
2014
Kiss me hard, and bleed our lips until red iron fills your throat
and scents your memory with taste of flesh, eaten in the dark.
You will not remember me, but tears you squeeze from lovers
lost will salt your tongue and dry your mouth. No words will come.
Some laugh along their lonely lives, some keep a silence simmering
until the long, low heat evaporates all that once was liquid love.
But I will scream out loud and make your name explode
through walls of glass and brick and stone;
what bounces back will only be an echo of my memory.
You will you hear my whisper in your bed on quiet nights;
a voice so small that drifting winds will make you wake and prick
your ears in case the air is making words, or rain a sobbing sound.
Tectak
2014