aphrodisiac of inebriation

i am she,
the aphrodisiac of inebriation,
the searing cold
that melts with fire
and lets loose,
the empty heart
in search of desire
even lust perhaps.


i am she,
petite. uncoloured
in judgement,
until i am twirled,
tasted and consumed
before i lose it all.

i am she that transforms
exchanges on
matter and space
to philosophies
that sound profound.

i am the sacrifice
that men and women make,
to take on shades
that they discard
or are scared to reveal
otherwise.

I am the invisible friend
that surrenders completely,
for it is i that melts
into their tongues
and warms their hearts
when it's cold outside
when it's dark.

i see him now,
i see him pick up
two of me...
two cubes of ice
to dissolve the longing in his eyes.



written now, in the moment