snippet of an unfinished poem based on a scene in my (currently) unfinished novella

Underneath your hands

I become poetry, helpless

To all your demands.

Your words leave me breathless,

Exploring my lowlands.

Every word whispered

Into my ear as a prayer.

Blessing my body, blistered

From your touch, senses blue

Together as night becomes day.

bite

I’d never entertain

The idea of cannibalism.

Unable to explain

How humans could consume

One another, blessed bites

from bedroom, grave and tomb.

Bite into your shoulder,

Marking you as though you

were mine to hold closer.

You are, mine to undue

and ruin, blood spilt over

as I bite, tease and bite again.

I could taste it, devotion.

Mixed with flesh, blood

Was something unexpected, emotion

Rose, as I swallowed you whole.

Feelings flooding to the surface, explosion

Of everything I needed and never knew.

Addicted to everything,

everything to do with you.

Obsession is a scary thing.

Needed to taste you, bite

on your bones until my teeth broke.

his eyes.

oh, you should see him, though.

under my intimate eyes,

watching his every move as the lights lay low.

sometimes I think he is staring back.

I wish to kiss him, but that would be unwise.

so for now, I’ll just pray

that one day I can crawl into his skin,

to show and love him in my own way.

on the rare time I catch him staring

I cannot bring myself to look away.

his eyes look like they’re plotting

my death? I wouldn’t mind it under his tender touch.

Soaked in my blood, he would still be endearing.

For You

For you, I speak back.

Nod along with your every word as though it were fact.

For you, I bite my tongue till it bleeds.

always to please you, suppress my own needs.

For you, I am fragile.

Giving up all vagile.

For you, I am flexible.

Performing, ensuring I am not forgettable.

For you, I am a believer.

Tying myself down to something I cannot feel deeper.

For you, I am infidel.

Trying to avoid your living hell.