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.