If I may ask
of which world I find myself driven
by the fruitful poison of thy lips
and the moonlit silhouettes
of thy very hips
whose essence of a woman
and quivers and rightfully shines
throughout those stretchmarks
Leaving me blindly bound
against the walls of those vocal cords
which softly weaken
the tumblers of my tubid tongue
as it intercepts the rivers of red wine
which leaves my soul
being savoured down
your very throat
like a blue dove falling and drowning
deep towards your chest,
where my tooth soon
bites off,
from those rivers of unrequited love
which my love letters now swim in
amidst that fountain of your heartless truths
which my conscience could never tear
for, or bear to carry
before another reign of love letters
pours from your throat
and leaves me falling deeper
within the walls of insanity
throughout that round well of integrity
where portraits of you and I
make up the bricks of your very heart
While the very shivers of those rivers
leaves you too painted around
the very pillars of my heart
before my shrugged youth drowns
behind the shallow depths of your heart
as though I could never swim
For numb becomes my thumbs
as my brain becomes dumb
Since I would rather drown
in your unrequited rivers
formed by my unreturned love for you
As I would rather drown
and swallow away those dark red hues
of insecurities, deep down your heart,
than stretch my arm and thumb
and swim out of it
for why swim of if the depths
which bringeth death
to those in love with you
when I can peacefully breathe in
the innermost fears and insecurities
which reside within your heart
and kill them sweetly
while they drown me swiftly
Enough to let
the death of me
peacefully swim through your veins
while washing away
the miseries
which my obsession over you
had previously brought as deliveries
of my Amnesia
As a part of me
becomes a part of you.