Lazarus

Your love burned with the intensity of a thousand

leeches,

slithering and sucking my shriveled soul,

leaving me dryer than the Saharan,

so lost was I in the sandy depths

the heated hellish torment

of your love,

like a witch on a stake watching the tendril turn

into a flicker of flame,

into a conflagration,

but like the witch after the screams settle,

I welcome the pain

awaiting the final escape,

but in your cruelty

you provide just enough respite

to this rich man,

you dip your finger into your heart

and quench my thirst for love

with just one drop,

leaving me gazing up at you,

deceived into thinking

that I could reach heaven too.