Metamorphosis

I felt the pain in your voice,

how obscure notions consumed,

devoured every trace of tangible lucidity.

 

I felt the pain in your glance,

how dashing daggers of andradite turned,

transformed into somber indifference.

 

I felt the pain in your touch,

how feeble caresses faded,

dwindled to a state of nonexistence.

 

I felt the pain in your taste,

how syrupy osculates blistered,

scorched my covetous nature.

 

I felt the pain in your aroma,

how rivulets of jasmine lapsed,

fused into oppressive sourness.

 

I felt your pain as a whole,

how our innate passions slipped,

crumbled between the bareness of my hands...

 

And our pain, we, became one. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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