No Tenderness

How can this feeling be what love is? Merciless.

Where are my butterflies,

my sweet, fuzzy sensation?

My heart, my chest, my whole body,

tight.

Condensed like a black hole, sucking in the rest of my body.

Crushed, like nestled in a two-sizes-too-small corset.

Sandwiched between the floor and a cement truck,

my writhing guts pulverized,

squeezing in on themselves but leaking out anyway.

What flows into my lungs isn’t air

but a boiling, heavy potion made of

his touch and his smell and the way he looks at me.

His eyes a vice grip over my entire body,

the pressure of a thousand miles under the sea holds me,

grips me in a volcanic paralysis,

his hands melting my skin to the bone, crumbling that bone beneath his fingertips.

I’m pinned to him like a dead butterfly to a corkboard.

And that’s okay.

It feels good.

Author's Note

This is definitely a work in progress, but what do you think?
-Aura

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wow! Fantastic descriptions, of being stuck together
and an end I didn't expect, well written and executed:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Peach]

The love of that girl is amazing. Your selection of words are amazing and fit the situation..

[Geo Lawrence]

This is a sensual masterpiece.

[Aura Inanna]

Thanks so much! :)

[Laura Lynn]

Heavy, I think you might just be the paragon of imagination and the pinnacle of pineapples ;)

[Aura Inanna]

Thanks so much, that might be the cutest and most specific complement I've ever received.

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Very interesting... It's violent, why?

[Aura Inanna]

Thanks so much. I've been thinking about an answer to why it's violent. I don't think I know. It's like another way to feel love, or trust; like feeling it more acutely, ie painfully, makes it more vivid and understandable? This definitely isn't for everyone (it might not even be for very many people at all) but it's something I've been exploring. If it made you think like it made me, then I'm happy. :)