I fell from your cold arms
Right into the ashes that
Escaped your sleeves, right
Into the valley of your legs,
And I tried to define love then
And there, I lost everything but
The air in my crouched body,
I sought language and looked at your
Mouth, waiting for a sound, for
A word to collide, a word to twist,
To raise expectation, that I could
Call mine, amidst these ashes that
Were now mine, your scent still on
My skin.
You handed me a rope and a leash,
They felt the same to me, time being
Exasperated, killed, slowly or abruptly,
You squeezed me tightly, and I started
Wondering, what am I doing here, you
Wanted yourself repeated, endlessly,
Echoed and copied, against the rhythm
Of my own heartbeat, you didn’t care,
You wanted me to listen and internalize you,
Eternalise you, drown myself in my own skin,
Cold like yours, the warm ancestry of the world,
Beating, drumming, within our bodies,
Holding on to our vocal cords, pulling,
Dissatisfied, death came too early, unwilling
To give up their power amongst the living.
Croque-Melpomene 