Lovely,
Your words
Went out,
And found home in my flesh.
I believed.
And at that moment
Was broken.
I craved you.
And became what I despise most,
A cannibal
Feeding on your words.
Addicted and bereft of sense.
Your appeal, undeniable,
Achieved the illicit part.
And I, with my obvious transparencies,
Exist here.
Like salt from the sea
Is swept up and left to burn.
Promises, brittle and barren,
Lay like rocks, a constant presence.
If love is sweet,
Hell's the opposite.
And I've tasted both.
e.c. 2002
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