Limerence and Liquorice

This irregular heartbeat.
This dilation of sweat glands.
...This dull pain in my gut.
I sense you, but cannot see you.
The darkness of our relationship
Is too thick.
Suddenly you emerge
And you claim to have
A tongue that needs taming
...am i dreaming?

We sit at the table
Drinking red wine.
I examine the cup full of blood
But I faintly contemplate panties.

In her room,
On her bed were rosepetals
Arranged were they to spell "death"
I dismiss it as coincidence
For i am too drunk with daydreams.

I wrestle with the thought
That she isn't real.
But we wrestle undercovers and
I lay my succubus down
And she kissed me
With a razorblade in her mouth.

_________

I dream of her.
And a relationship with her.
But now back in reality
I must suffer with her lack of
Reciprocation.
And although i know only heartache will result,
Her every image haunts every crevasse
Of my imagination

This nausiating nostalgia of normality
Oh this trembling!
This new cold blood!
This weakening!
stop...
























STOP DREAMING!!!!

Reviews

[Liam]

This poem oozes awesomeness. I think the blood part was really blunt (and effective).

[No one]

Great! The poem is a complete thought and I think it has a nice flow to it. It progresses very nicely.

[Abi Smith]

oh... i remember this one.... :)

loved it then... love it now... especially the ending :)

[Amanda Crandall]

For i am too drunk with daydreams. ... great line very deep poem, actually I like it. I don't think the break line is necessary, aybe just white space? and the alliteration at the end is a nice touch.