You saw my skin and flesh,
tasted it, consumed it, liked it.
Will you say the same about my rotten bones?
.
You dive into my eyes,
Can you see your reflection?
.
A filthy, cursed, rotten animal like me
shouldn’t be seen,
shouldn’t be touched,
shouldn’t receive affection.
But you saw beyond these things.
.
You kissed this ugly face
like you had waited for centuries,
as if it wouldn’t poison you,
even if it kills you.
.
Where am I now?
The folds on the sheets,
your hair on the bed,
our clothes on the floor.
I see your eyes, your smile.
Oh!!, I am in your arms.
Raw. Naked. Exposed.
.
Your warmth makes me drunker
than the whiskey on your breath.
Even if you bury me six feet deep,
I will crawl back to you,
so you can touch me,
make me alive again,
kill me with your hands,
and give me the death I crave.
~Aatif Ameer













