Slay me, you did.
Torn up, in shards of Unrequited love.
A glimpse into piercing Titanium eyes, that spun in my Heady mid-morning.
My lavish body,
Rose up at your request;
To memorize your longing, as my own.
Will you not please me?
With your sharp mouth
That tears its own chords.
Inspire me, with my peaks of Pink, smashed down into your Words of singularity.
I’m still down, before you,
On my knees in my plead.
Beguiled, by your need.
Transfixed, as you vanish.
Poem and Photo: Naomi Saharski W.