Wished for more

With my finger that’s dyed blue, tracing over the false outline.
Within danger-caked black crow, kneeling over my predilection.
Left my emotions to rot behind, as I fill my night thought of it.
It forestalled me, prurient lips, platonic hand, drowned epilogue.

Through obsidian nights I catalogue your absences,
Each silent space between words grows claws and teeth.
We drink from the same poisoned well of understanding,
While truth curdles beneath our tongues, exploding.

Memories calcify in this white hand, crackling away,
Medicine for the hospice’s patients, be it me.
Assiduously I ruminate our moments played,
Astern in the amber night, my palm repudiated.

Why must tragic love be bastardized again
Why must villain born the way they are

With my whisper I speak for what has been inside of me,
Finding meaning between catachresis spouted.
However, the bound we make pout as differences,
And of it all there will only be me and you beset.