Desire

Your skin is warm.
I cast twin-shadows, one knife-edged,
the other shimmering-splendid.
Always the possessor, never the possessed.
I fill your cup.
I break your back.
I fill you up.

Your breath smells like summer.
I live within myself.
Twisted up and back around
so I may taste my own flesh.
I'll light a cigarette.
I'll wear it best.
I'll put your life and love to the absolute test.
How could you resist?
Why would you?

I am everything that you've ever wanted.
Everything that you'll ever want.
I am the feel of his blood on your face.
I am the joy that rushes through your veins.
I am the pleasure you'll never replace.
I am the sin that you'll never explain.
I am food.
I am drink.
I am the smoke, the ash, the orgasm.


You are nothing without me.
I get you out of bed in the morning.
I put you to bed in the evening.
I reach into your skull and move you about the world
like a puppet dancing on strings that you attempt to climb
for the merest brush of my bone-white flesh against yours.
I saturate you -
right down in your pores -
and it will never, ever be enough.

Drink deep.
I will give you what you seek.
My eyes are gold, your soul is old,
and I will keep it young.
The taste is on your tongue,
and you are so very weak.

If you're very lucky you'll make me smile.
If you're luckier still you'll gain my favour.
You will never forget me.
For I am you, and everybody,
and we will take what is ours in the deepest hours of your life.