COME TO ME...

Dwell upon the fickle whims of lust or the glorious agonizing longing that almost threatens your sanity.

Heart beating wildly gasping for our last breathes in our hour of judgment

White noise vibrating through damp flesh

A stark tepid air surrounds.

Embraces.

Poof 

…it’s gone.

Stroll along these dilapidated streets through macabre fog

Alone in the dark.

The dank smoke of a cigarette and the fire of a dram of whiskey to chase down the hunger for that which cannot be consumed.
Come to me......

A charge in the air evokes a shiver, an exhale and a flash of heat under the sparse light of an old gas lamp. Come to me...... 

The immediate desire is palpable, floating out of the fog 

with the courage of many men gently bestowing upon bare skin a soft caress. Come to me......

To run would set off a thrill that would outlast the hunt

But the body is motionless unable to move one throbbing muscle as

The eyes are blinded to what your soul is willing to give up.

Bargain for. Come to me......

A single shot rips through the belly ending on an agonizing gasp,

A single tear. Come to me..... 

Feverish glazed eyes stumble through the fading delusion

Hand outstretched begging to stay.

Poof

…The memory is a ghost

Come back to me...... 

Turn and walk away

leave behind the cold empty tomb of what could have been.

Torture, sweet torture, dangling in front of you

That which is most desired,

That cannot be,

Should not want,

But would die without.