Crumble by crumble, how you found me. Kisses to toes up to inner thighs.
You shipwreck the movements of my heart. You’re wings that take flight and flutter my body all night.
I’ve come down with a fever mist of your embracing tug. I’m a fool to overindulge on this momentary satisfaction. It will be gone, like always.
I can’t colour inside the lines anymore, of this life. I’ve simply forgotten how. I’m overspent. Needful. A monthly dysthymic.
You, the revelation. You explain my heart up on stage.
You’re the limelight. I’m just part of the audience. I slumber in these tragic stories. You, are brilliant, in patina epics.
Poem: Naomi Ruth S.
Art: Richard Fox