Narcissus's Last Day
"You're so beautiful..."
I whisper in the dark,
your eyes wide and red
but you still have my heart
"I love you..."
Ribs pressed against your skin
you must be starving for my love
lips cracked but smiling
"You should let me kiss you,
my darling litttle dove..."
We move in unison,
to taste each others lips,
but somehow we never touch
somehow we never kiss
"It's okay, I'll wait for you..."
and I do, resting my head in my hand
still staring at my love, myself
as I drift into a dreamland
but know I won't wake up
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