Monday, 12 May 2014

A LITTLE INSIDE...




My latest breath
Hangs loose
On a webstring
About to snap
And I pant
While you whisper
“Mon Amour,
Ma Cherie”
Into my
Hair
As I wonder what it means


Your fingers
Close round
My neck
And that must
Have been
The gasoline
That fueled
My heartbeat
Shooting
Up with
The stars we
Danced
With

I soared
With you
Bodies intertwined
Pleasure
Spasm-ing 
My spine
Soon my eyes glazed over

You
Oh you…
Confuse me more
In this foreign tongue

Now you kiss me,
Spilling sweet Paris
Onto my tongue

I let out
“Je meur!”
On a breath
And faded out

But I heard,
As
Seconds passed…
Her name
On your lips,

Again

And that…

That
Was

La petite mort