Creative Writing

Suffocation

Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923), ‘Ophelia’, 1880
You talk of Paradise
And dreams we cannot keep
You kill my desire
For anything but sleep

This love is joy and torture

Impale me on points of truth
Hang me there to suffer
Caress me and kiss me
Deny your thoughts of another

Tie me down and look me over
Every inch of skin
Taste the flesh you like
Suffocate me with your sin

This love is joy and torture

I dread your warm explosion
Your desire for me drained
Then comes the cold implosion
When only I remain

I can’t bear it when you leave
I can’t bear it when you leave
I can’t bear it when you leave

This love is joy and torture

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