REMAINS

Remains

I bled the pendant that she gave me as a going away present

Can you blame me for being numb?
Drops of colors fall and fill the spectral imagery

Painted by tears from the orbs of a muse whose womb is barren

I couldn’t say goodbye

I knelt down but she wouldn’t take the note that carried my confession

Written in blood-flow and semen

If I was sickening to you then, at least now we’re even

I saw a hawk feasting on the remains of a lone pigeon

I approached, it was not fazed but transfixed by the incision

Made by a beak, resembling a phallus

When it flew away I picked up the chain of bones and built you a palace

It still stands as a shrine to our division

These trembling fingers made of porcelain

Has the fever pitch plateaued?

I tap the veins to our telepathy lest the urges be controlled

But when the emptiness feels this wide, I can’t pretend

I need the energy, all your energies to rape the idyll

I’m a vampire for the reverie