Love Like No Human Could

Medusa

The truth is: I’m freezing.
I can hear the cold resonating
as I speak to you through blue
lips, still dying for something
you haven’t given in all your time
working toward what it is I have.
I can feel my body trembling,
and you think it’s the touch
of your skin
along the curves of my waist,
but nothing is as icy
as your mouth.
My breath is stifled and
my hands are clenching;
I am struggling to generate
something more than heat.
Because, the passion in your eyes
should be enough to fill my lungs
with fire and desire,
but it’s failing.
And you’ll touch me again and again,
fingers here, lips there,
body wrapping ever so carefully
to consume mine.
But the fire that you burn with,
that spreads along your shoulders
and down to the base of your spine
has turned to ash, has turned to dust;
my body’s riddled with cold.
I’ll just say it, and break the tension,
and stop your lips from turning me to stone.
I’m freezing, and you caused it,
and I’ll roll over when you’re done.
The bed is warmer with just me—
there is only room enough for one.

March 16, 2008
Love Like No Human Should