dear porcelain,
come to me with poison
that i may taste of the forbidden nectar
my flesh craves.
dear porcelain,
you'll crumble beneath my grip,
for i seem only to grasp at death
destroying everything in my wake.
dear porcelain,
your beauty and worth are undeniable.
i ache to look away.
your flawlessness is my forever foe.
dear porcelain,
you are complete,
but me, i am undone.
i long to keep you as you are -
a treasure, rare to be found.
and now, dear porcelain,
i must place you on my shelf
to be seen and wondered at.
but i will look away
my addiction creeping in
because it is poison
for which i crave.
3 comments:
Shit. I love this.
Suggestion? The last stanza... Maybe keep the five lines thing you had going and do this? It would really pop that way. Show this to Kate. She'll love this.
and now, dear porcelain,
i must place you on my shelf
to be seen and wondered at.
but i will look away
my addiction creeping in
because it is poison
for which i crave.
Oh, and my favorite line is
"you'll crumble beneath my grip,
for i seem only to grasp at death"
I kind of wish that was the ending. It's epic.
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