She Beckons

Oh that I could whisk
you up out of my state
of unconsciousness

If only you existed
somewhere other
than in my dreams

For I write a million
rhymes daily hoping
that somehow,
someway you could
float right of these pages
and into my arms

I pour my all into you.

My thoughts
My love,
My lust
My heart

I sculpt me a goddess

That Venus could take
pity on a drunken fool
and awaken my Galatea

But I only see you when I close my eyes

A vision of desire just outside my grasp

Calling to me

So I slit my wrists and lie on the floor

In a pool of my own blood
with a lazy smile on my face.

As my eyes dim and the screen fades
Your face grows more vivid as my breathing slows

And Thanatos guides me into your waiting arms