Once upon a time, I fell in love,
His pale skin and small form made me tremble so.
He eased my mind and relaxed my body, to a point I couldn’t control.
I tasted his love, so neutral and unconditional,
he never abandoned me until he had nothing left to give.
But he never left me unfulfilled;
in fact he left me mollified to a point
I cannot describe as he satisfied the tears I cried.
Each time I had him in my grasp my body turned into clay;
malleable in every sense of the word.
My heart would race until it slowed to a faint twitch
Every time I almost dove off into the black abyss.
Who thought this ecstasy could go any further?
When I met a new lover, He was reckless
and decadent in all extremes.
He made me numb from tip to feet.
My head would swim as my face would flush,
bitter was his taste, addictively toxic was his touch.
I had my two lovers entwined in the bed,
No tears to shed, no pain to share.
They took me to a halcyon plane
Of darkness and peace that it’s so hard to replace.
I rendered to the desires of the darkest places of their hearts.
I listened to their whispers and knew they were the only ones around.
They comforted my injuries, they kissed my broken heart.
They soothed me with fantasies as they softened my falling apart
It was then that the third escape came rushing out before me,
He was cool and sharp around the edges, quite a catch you see.
His silver tongue and sharp soul attached to me at once.
It was all I could do to keep myself tied down as he brought feeling
Into the world of numb relaxation that my two other lovers gave forth.
The sharpness of his presence, the brightness of his results,
I could feel that winter was coming, had come, had gone.
I was in a permanent world of blankness that was a welcome relief.
Those three lovers of mine helped get me through the grief.
Things had been so painful before, so hopeless, so distraught.
Now those things couldn’t touch me because I was no longer there;
I was in a world within a world and I was there with loves of a higher order.
That no man has ever been able to give:
The soothing calm of my first love, Valium was his name.
The toxicity of my second love, Vodka was his name.
The blare of pain biting through the numbness and relaxation,
Where he left the trails of blood life in the damage of his wake, and Razor was his name.
