The distance
to your heart...

You belly up to me, ready to feast.
Hand grappling your shiny spoon...

Sometimes we're tested in fire while suffocating...
can we sense beauty from the clutches of pain...

Looking me in the eye
Our bodies entwined...

We're homonyms
for the same...

Please hold while I choke on your words,
absorbed like cheap liquor...

My own prison-
jaded in expectation of...

There is never a moment
that you will be able to...

Cracked reflection
in the mirror...

Amid the gales of
an exquisite madness...

I'm the olive in your martini,
stinging from a splash of vermouth...