Only Dead on the Outside
Which is surprising, all things considered.
This world went to shit a long time ago,
I just assumed feeling anything would have gone with it.
You, however, continue to stir something within my breast–
A yearning, a hunger.
I reach, wanting to bridge the gap between us,
furious that you recoil from my touch,
shuddering, visibly disgusted and horrified by
the intensity of my longing,
the moans issuing from my throat.
It’s not that I don’t understand your need for space,
but distance won’t make us stronger;
I weaken with each passing moment away from you.
Elation wells within me as you turn, finally realizing
with wide-eyed wonder that you and I are meant to be together
You stumble over a branch, I stumble over my words.
I cradle your head tenderly in my hands,
Feeling your eyes pulp beneath my thumbs
while I open your skull like a ripe pomegranate,
articulating my love with one simple word: