Carbon Monoxide

My eyes flickered like the fire
In the gas burning stove.
Your hand precipitated in mine
Like rain in a drought.
I smiled and shook and swooned
In a restrained giggle
as you fed on my neck
just as the fire feeds on its own demise.

I watched with half-mooned eyes,
Two sensual crescents
As the flames turned blue then red
Then blue again and then green.
I squinted, it felt wrong, unnatural,
And the hairs on my nape prickled on edge,
 A hundred licking pine needles:

You felt it, you felt it too
As your tongue was ruling my zone
Erogenous; you pulled back, away
And looked at me,
Blue eyes gaged wide,
For fear of my intuition.
Bigger than I,
You struggled me close,
Protecting me with the man that you are!

But I kissed you, my lips your only weakness,
For the very last time,
A Pisces pucker,
Breathing, giving my breath to you
And storing it safe beneath
My palm, my fingertips
Clenching your nose without escape.

Your hand evaporated from mine
Like drought after the rain.
Salvation for one of us!
Suffocation for the other!
I looked at you,
Your tearful, oceanic eyes,
And inhaled the poison.