love and guts

even battle scarred and bloodied, i will be love’s champion…

feast at the table of my offerings, take no care in dismembering my senses limb by limb. slow down only to savour what once was. speed up to fuel your wicked ambition again. for starters here are my hands, once held in warm embrace, now only subjected to your whim. move upwards towards my biceps and let your vicious hunger take over once again.

moving onto the mains you take no heed in my corpse commencing its erosion, indulge in the heart that you once made flutter and leave no drop left of your compulsion. as your last act of love, will you at least eat me whole? lest i succumb once more to your indulgence. end your hunger with the eyes that once matched your gaze, the only irises that gape to perceive all your glory. the same pair that shed tears over the death of our love, the death of us, or so i thought.

in the end it was only the death of myself, as it was always meant to be, alone, singular, a pair no more.