Your lips quiver and drip with the taste of
honeysuckle.
Sweet and rationed my wide eyes plead: more, give. me.
more.
I drink from your succulent poison,
you are my drug.
Stimulate my faint
depleting senses, make them come
alive with the pleasure of living.

Your hands shake and droplets shower from your fingertips with the taste of
iron and salt.
My blood mixes with your,
glistening sweat and our tears,
as we cry under
muffled sobs
because we tore each other's hearts,
but I, I was the only one who would fall pale and cold, bleeding out
for. you.
We, two silhouettes shudder beneath the moonlight,
facing North and South
staring at our complexions within a swirling puddle of
blood
sweat
tears
and,
honeysuckle.