It was in a dream the reunion occurred.
He had more freckles than I remembered
and his hair was longer
but his clothes smelled the same.
Like broken glass
we fell in jagged circles on the floor
and rolled around
cutting each other
and all we came into contact with
until we couldn’t tell whose blood was whose.
Our love was destructive.
Our lust was monstrous.
We swallowed everything in sight
and watched as the world fell away
satisfied at the wreckage
and the warm, red pulps
of one another’s appendages.

nice

wow that is awesome! great images.

A little dark, yet touching

Have you ever seen the movie, Crash? it was about these people that lust for the thrill of a car crash. You might like it. Sorry for the random suggestion. The movie just popped into my head when reading your poem which is by the way painfully wonderful.

Thank you (((Mirror, east, crm, big)))

That one was really intense Cracker. Gave me a bit of a chill. Do you hear poetry in your head all the time as well? Later>

Only when I'm lucky, unfortunately.
Thank you for reading, Master

they live again...
Thriller

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8