Things You Thought You Knew: Poetry: Torturous Bliss

Have mercy on me for I loved you once.

Invoke this blaze as I nurture this fever.

You are to blame for this torment,
This great insatiable flame.

Every scar and blister,
Burns through my being,

Tattooed I am a canvas of ecstasy
Your mural of fire.

Masochist I grin at this heat from within.

Slave I burn like a sweetest incense.

For once engulf me in the bitter sweet,

But don't annihilate what is left of me.

I know you will burn deeper,
I still want to love you twice.

I beg for you to let me breathe
Trembling I invite you thrice.

I give myself to this great suffocation,

          Left in pieces I quietly voice 'again'.
                  This climax you snatch from me,
                       I am lost so completely.

Defiantly I came for you,

I embrace this torturous bliss.

Things You Thought You Knew