The bitter pill for something sweeter

pepper

It had been a fine night
... to blister a moment
to scorch my skin
to remove my eyelids
and never look back...


The warm air had been holding my throat
with parched palms
my pulse was throwing punches, against itself
hurling its weight around, inside me
like a spoilt child.
In the suns spotlight
my skin had been licking itself clean
in twisted displays of affection.

When you whispered, with silky tones, your invitation.

I tried to turn
to blacken my eyes
to stop my sight from spitting tears onto dirty fingertips
that had scratched their way back
from the time before I knew myself
as more than I could ever know myself... to be.
My mind paddled through the shallow end of sanity
fearful of the deeper waters
the bigger waves
the stronger currents.
While my body swayed
like trees dancing with the wind
shadows of grace
rooted to the earth.

Then you beckoned me, with suffered tenderness, to take you

from beneath my pillow

out of suffocated silence

from within my darkness

from punished perfection...

and take you.


It had been a fine night
... to blister a moment
to scorch my skin
to remove my eyelids
and never look back.