What are doing?
What are you doing,
here?
Just answer the question.
I thought you’d be long gone
by now.
Turning my safest situation
into a cannonball.
I am gunpowder,
packed tightly
and you and I
are guaranteed a spark.
Isn’t it enough
that we know
we could just
raze all this
to the ground?
Or do we
have to do it
every time
we are around
each other?
You tear at me,
biting,
clawing,
scratching,
sucking.
I pummel you,
my blows powerful.
Nailing you
with everything
I have within me.
I’ll hold you down,
I’ll choke you out;
it’s what you’re asking me.
You will happily oblige me,
with that knife between my ribs.
A poison kiss.
A loving fist.
A dismal mockery.
Violence
and sex
are just a different heartbeat.
God only knows
why we do this
over and over again.
I guess I’m into you,
like a city
and a tidal wave.
I hit you,
like a rock from space
thoroughly obliterates
all signs of life.
It’s easy to see how love
can turn to hate.
I look in your eyes,
I don’t see
anything
to pacify.
Just satisfy
each and every
wanton desire.
Pierce your skin,
you taste my blood.
I make you feel me
and you do the same.
In the end,
we are irresistible.
No conscience to bear,
no craving,
or attitude to spare.
We tear down walls,
smash windows,
set fire to the world.
It’s over now,
part ways;
no shame in anything.
Until next time,
when we come;
we’ll destroy the world together.
HG – 2018
Cliche comment alert:
Just like Bonnie and Clyde