i/she

she is
the tender curvature
of my elliptical nuance
as i am
the flickering tongue of her
full blown inferno

i am
the shadow she casts
as she glides across the floor
as she is
the moonbeams reflected
over my wicked blade

apart
we leave nothing but wreckage
where people used to be
together
we pull the most beautiful pain
from indecent reminders

she cuts me
so she can taste my blood
as she kisses away the pain
i scream out
willing her to take
every drop of my fevered need

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