"Fruit jelly"

Decayed skin,
Broken skin,
Those sweet, bitter, and vaguely disgusting tastes
Drift through the dry, silent air above us.

Rotten lips,
Bleeding lips,
I press them passionately to mine,
As the silence seeps out your mouth like the warmest blood.

The captivation of the surrounding senses,
Sweet and terrifying,
Like a fruit jelly deposited into your corpse,
The saccharine yet rotten flavour.

The drugged, vigorous scents stir and entwine in the night air,
Closing in the dead aroma of corroded marmalade.
The fruit soaks deep within you,
Jelly mixes into blood, and dyes red.

Corroded skin,
Frozen skin,
I fantasize about biting into your gelatin veins,
And swallowing the sticky sweetness.

Tasty lips,
Thirsty lips,
I press them intensely to mine,
Exploring your deteriorating mouth with my fruit soaked tongue,
Tasting the wonderful savor.

The captivation of the surrounding feelings,
The drugged scents lingering in the air,
Sweet and terrifying,
Silent and melancholic.

I take your cold, pale body in my warm arms,
Holding and stroking it so gently.
I won't forget this evening of death and enamour,
The saccharine and rotten flavour.

02/10/04