Obsession
"I'd be a slave for you" replied Arthur, "I want some more".
Drive thy poison-honeyed words down my being.
Instill in me lies that I'd blindly, blindly believe.
Make me insane with thy touch.
I'm intoxicated by the fumes of love,
"drugged by its sweet promises," said he, in the same hurried passionate
whisper choked by its emptiness,
imprisoned in its cloak
An hour behind the fleeting breath...
Collared him...
"I'm in a cage of my own doing" replied Merlin, "A prisoner of my own device."
Flee me zealously be to suffer.
I desire more. I covet more.
"Let the dagger of lies push forth the blood", he growled incoherently.
Let it trickle plummeted,
plummeted
down.
Let it paint skin and spread it around.
Notes:
I entered my 2010 poem into that Google demo thing and somehow, collaborated with Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, William Shakespeare, Emily Dickenson and Fyodor Dostoyevsky. It was one hell of a party.