Thank You Note.

Little stranger, here is some gratitude,
For all the comfort you have singed into me-
through gilded knife, you imprinted on my skin
And the seeping heat breathes
'Thanks, kind sir.'

Brief encounter, here is some gratefulness,
For all the logic you have sliced into me-
With golden tongue, you parted my wetted lips
And the viscous blood murmurs
‘Thank you, mister.’
 
Fleshed spectre, to you I owe all,
No longer shall I be open for business-
Through lusty fortune I did dutifully aspire
When the swollen members whispers
‘Best wishes, handsome.’
 
Absent Muse, you swallowed my pits,
Now, no oak can stiffen with the enamoured crust-
With the glassy shell, that once harboured my energy
When my heart once gasped
‘Love is not just in fiction.’