Okay.
This is NOT a single piece.
They are all just... pieces, that don't have a puzzle to fit into.
Some, I really like. But of course, one stanza doesn't make a poem - not the way I'd want, anyway.

Pieces that kind of go together, are only separated by one line. Others have bigger gaps, ok?



The scene unfolds;
A lock, a click, a hungry kiss,
and you, so eager to explore
with nothing but your hands.

You.
You make something in me squirm,
pulsate and ultimately glow from the inside.
You are my hunger and I am yours,
insatiable, unfathomable.




If I ever got a chance,
I'd devour every inch of you.
Yet, you are aware and so
you won't cease to pull, push,
drag, suck and ultimately hook me completely;
taking me down, down, down with you.




I cannot get it.
I need you
and your hands, your eyes, your teeth,
to cut through and free my demons.




So you dig.
Without a sound,
your hands, your creeping tendrils,
they pierce through at last.

I bleed,
it hurts.
It hurts but of course
I won't notice it before morning.



You'll take what you take,
and I'll give you my everything.


pushing wretched ribs aside,
there you see
and burrowing, burrowing,
you move deeper, deeper
to scratch that itch that ever makes me crazy.

bloody vessels and organs within
scream through exposed lungs;
yet the peals are oft distorted,
ringing with delight.




it is in these moments where you see
the true ugliness that lies beneath
layers upon layers of shields, walls, defenses
and disguises.

It is these hours I crave,
with demons and dangers in plain sight,
but for the danger, we cannot turn.




In our pitch dark,
we find our way by firelight,
by fires our fingers ignite.

We, two charred cores,
drawn together, we combust.
and rivers of red, sanguine, crimson
rush in torrents down
the force that has drawn us to this point
ever pulls us deeper.