My Lover wrote a song in the dark for me.
A devotion and testament
to our perfect harmony.
He, the conductor …
Me, the unwitting contralto
Yes, he wrote me into his symphony.
” That perfect blend of lush woman,
Fuckable brain, succulent thighs
and skin that catches like wildfire … ”
His melodic oeuvre to Her, She and me
Pure love for My solo note
mistaken for the central soliloquoy
My lover wrote a poem in the dark for me
Of shared dreams
and aligned visions …
He wrote me into his masterpiece
Fit me perfectly into his rhyme scheme
Rapped me so effectively in his cocoon of beauty
that I doubted my sanity.
He turned my head,
claimed my heartbeat and conquered this body …
Turned the sacred into a
second-grade, China-made, knock-off version of me
My lover wrote my melody
He kissed me with the kisses of his mouth
His saliva sweeter than wine
And I …
I drunk him in a haze of lust
and paid for my crime with the mother of all hangovers
that left me hating myself for being such a fucking cliche.
You can stare at me, wondering why my eyes are so dark
Darkened by a dimwitted brain fed on lies
Neglecting my core for a line of flattery or three
and now I search for an identity that was pilfered from me
by a pickpocket between the sheets
My lover wrote a song in the dark for me.
Oh, the mockery.
(p.s. Friends before you start pm-ing me, this was inspired by Song of Solomon … I know, my brain is warped)