What Can't Be Forgotten

Come to me,
you beckoned -
and I saw the red  
bloom across my skin;
slow but so eager!,
a sweet blushing
blossom, meek and
new - exploring
what once
imprisoned it.
I felt myself
reaping regret
as well as
need,
as your smooth
lips follow it,
blazing; but
bringing such
gooseflesh as it
seared.
Here - the soft madness
I never placed with
anyone but you
becomes tangible
and miserable.
You breathed me in
and I was your
oxygen; essensial
and invisible.
You make
me
tremble as
you use me.
How you
seduced me!
How vile!
But beautiful!
But I
swear
I felt merigolds
sing through me
and the faintest
jasmine on my
tongue.
Like you were
there! as a
part of me.
A part which will
taketaketake
everything.
I felt those lonely
eyes, which have
sought me from
the earth, possess
the farthest pieces
of me to taste and
heal.
To be
His Flower?
You asked -
Now -
Come to me,
and be
engulfed.
And this time
I let defeat
capture me;
and Darkness
wrap His arms
around my soul,
sweet and caressing;
understanding.
and I am the
Prodigal.

Claimed.