The Wrath Of Dependence Poem by Krissy Disillusion

The people in the sea of stones,
my face in the river mirror.
If i told you I was drowning would you rescue me?
Would anyone?
Foolish currents beam electricity
through our veins
forming a charged connection
through our eyes of flame.
Heated and smoldering
we touch. Your voice rasps
beyond the silken web of our throws
and the slick covering of skin
courting empty weaves preparing to thicken.
We have belied the moon,
causing our own tide fall.

A gown of distress lies about my frame.
You sculpt me and prod me,
smoothing pale features with needful hands.
Your touch is delicious murder;
I sing songs to your crazed eyes,
mad with desire.
An awakening, sweet
musky tendrils, smoky and
love stained.
The wrath of dependence;
I need you I need you.

Hands are quick and lips are slow.
In my lonely dungeon
I cradle solitude. Desolate
living without your face.
Elated in the reach of your eyes,
the grasp of your skin.
I wonder
if it shows...