Down, down and under. (Boots Competition Win August 15)

Down, down and under.

There, beneath me, was the swelling and the breaking and the ache that you left
and it let out short, sharp, shaking breaths on which I was expected to lean.
The outer shell had a stench, old flesh, strapped tight to ankle and heel
both holding me up and leaving me bereft.

Your juice, it made me thirsty and tasted like inflamed passions on the mind.
Those greying eyes stared, cold, into the dark corners of my soul - a medication of sorts
for psychotic twinges when the weight was too strong
to usher these stories out for the blind.

The movements were quick, a sprightly kitten
bouncing over sordid details, savouring seconds before I came undone
where there, beneath white light, you begged me to stop,
on the floor, still somehow smitten.

I, eyes bulging, puffy from weeping
crushed your throat beneath a razor point heel
and you began to gush, more than before. For that whole, holy evening,
in late July, there was clarity. I was well, soundly sleeping.

*Please see the competition for the picture I used for inspiration, kindly selected by Miss_Sub: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/8270/