Taste

I drink in his name …

Each letter sliding …

Deliberately … lingering

On my tongue …

The want of him …

Such I’ve never known —

How each syllable builds —

I am damned. I’ve lost control.

But if this be Hell

I’ll gladly go further,

For the moment I fall;

The loveliest of murders.

Oh how it tastes …

These words upon my lips …

Not for the faint of heart …

This one’s kiss.

I am his …

In all this beautiful misery,

My eyes;

The answer to his nightly inquiry.

Taking me down,

Deeper still…

All the letters on his skin,

His touch — my thrill.

Kaisha Trzaska