the fragility of your love

“come on sing me a lullaby
lull my senses
please me to pieces
with words that honey
not those sour words of yours”
my sour words
and my bloody hands
playing with god
and taunting death
a sweet love?
that sounds like something
some thing that sugars the day
but never truly satisfies the hunger
only creates an obsession with satiety
listen now
to this song of mine
that bows over metal strings
of a heart that shrieks
at the sight of someone
pleading on their knees
it only rouses the wildness
of wanting to devour a heart whole
and leave its bones of desire
laying in the desert sun

written while listening to Camille Saint-Saëns’ piece “Danse Macabre”

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