Nostalgic Desire

Nostalgic Desire

My fantasies are dark, dirty
greasy bubbles breaking
over sewer water

Drifting flesh-colored clouds in mind
Pulsing, wet firm pelvic arm
Squirting frenzy and earthquake

Oh, King Volcano
Why do this to me again?

You step forward, then back
I turn the corner, and

Poof!

You are gone
Purple shadows stain the wall

You were there, now gone
You smiled, now frown
You looked into my eyes

Now turn your gaze away
And stay locked and looking
Miles from me

A day without you
Is what I have grown used to
Your hair, your skin,
A fading gray haze

Your thoughts, your words
No longer touching

Your hands have fallen off
Your limbs are tied
You are a sunken stone

Far deep down in
the black ocean
Like sunken treasure
Never to be found

Or like trash rusting
deep underground

I haven't decided
A lifetime is not worth it

Dredging you up from the deep
One second is not worth this thought
Or anything with you in between.

Image Source: Disturbet's Toxic Love