Bittersweet

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.