blood honey

It began with a touch,
soft as silk unraveling,
a thread pulled loose from the tapestry
of innocence.

Your lips were an altar,
and I, the unholy pilgrim,
offering the sacrifice of breath,
the marrow of my will.

The hunger came softly,
a whisper dressed as longing,
teeth hidden behind velvet promises,
the slow erosion of self.

You tasted my name,
savored its trembling syllables,
and I, blind to the feast,
offered more                                                                                                                                            a hand, a pulse,
a fragile heart still beating.

What remains of me now?
A hollow husk,
a ghost in the belly of love,
devoured by the sweetness
I once craved.

This banquet was always doomed.
I fed you all I was,
and still, your hunger grows,
boundless as the void
that now echoes in my chest.

The night swallows us whole,
and I cannot tell
if it is you I mourn
or the pieces of myself
you could not leave uneaten.

Author's Note

as always, any type of feedback is encouraged!!1

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Yes, so often, Love comes in like a lamb and leaves like a shark!
...and if it's first-love, it stings and stings ... until love comes again, then ...
'blood honey' is superb in phrasing and message. You have a gift :)

[Vol]

Faith,
Everyone fears and wonders about "how horrible will it be? WHAT will it be? Will I survive? At least the trauma of dying is short, We should reserve that kind of fear for a far more human curse... love. Just count the cost.
Vol

[GlendaK]

Wow! What imagery! Beautiful and suffering at the same time!
To desire and be desired so much and tasting each other but never getting filled.
I do have these same feelings! This same frustrating longing.
It's horrible and awesome all at once!
Thanks for sharing.