Savor

How have I wished for his lovely flesh

Tepid, soft as a greenhouse: I’d always find that smell,  

even in the deepest dark of forests, by storm washed and bled.

And I´ve grown closer to his shadow than I´ve ever been to his hand.

As ephemeral as this breath, our destinies forever changed

Devoured to the pit, wrapped warm in the white snow

Diluted in saliva our ravenous taste.

“Let me steal this moment from your life”

He stole my life from that moment as well

Impossible.  Digressed:

The infinite black void surrounding this bed.