cocoa

Chocolate bunny, skin so sweet

I bite your neck, I taste your meat

You melt upon my tongue, I crave you more

Liquid lover, tender lips

I rupture rapture, puncture hips

Your chocolate blood drips dark unto the floor

my turn

I realize now we don't belong

I need (I want) to break it off

I should say good-bye to you

but you already did.

I feel I've missed out

can we go back

so I can I have my turn ?

two-sevenths

I wrote this tidbit on April 17, 2007 ... almost three years ago now. I never gave it its own post, because I thought it was too brief, too insignificant. And yet, ever since its conception, I have had some inexplicable, powerful affinity for its wordage. I memorised it when I wrote it ... and I have had it memorised ever since. I recreated it 100% from heart, word-for-word, just last week. That's how much I love these words. I think it deserves its own spotlight now, and a name. (Funfact: At 28 words, this is officially the shortest poem I have ever published.)

"two-sevenths"
[I wasn't yet Antoine back then]

I try to hide, to mask this indecision
It's possibly improbable to say
If no one has impractically envisioned
If nothing has a chance to stay the same

in cobwebs and dust

"Succubus" by Antoine

The tingling touch of skin on skin, the feel of hand in hand

A mouth draws near another and a woman near a man

Two pairs of lips assimilate, two bodies heave as one

She holds my tongue as I traverse the web her heart has spun. She is

A succubus. She loves me as she steals away my life

Our hearts beat asynchronous, hers with joy and mine with strife

I know she is a sickness, but temptation's hard to fight

My deathly rival pulls me close and now I feel a tightness in

My chest as she suctions me into her lungs

With each kiss a distress and a pang in each hug

As she's draining my life force by second by minute by moment in time

And the funniest feeling is that I still find it arousing

The dousing of will in the river of lust

As she tangles my brainstem in cobwebs and dust

And in silence I scream

Drawing back, she takes a breath,

Then once more she continues to prey on my soul and I feel as a whole

Much more empty inside, like what used to preside in my mind

Is no longer a resident, sanity proved an erasable precedent

Hollowed and fallow, remiss at the sight of this visceral

Phantom of the night.

With one last swallow of my sustenance

She turns her countenance away

And leaves me here to wallow in the torn dismay

Of aching limbs and breaking whims

And as the sunrise cracks the skyline, one more day is nigh

A tidbit of my ever-shortening life

That sees me burdened by the agony of love

my very first sonnet, ever

"Incubus"

a sonnet by Antoine.

Lurking in shadows' tattered cloak, I spy

The gentle maiden, dormant in her sleep,

Sweet innocence a glimmer in her eye,

concealing lust forlorn I long to keep.

In faux-pas solitude I stalk my prey;

Befriending silence, I abandon post.

The virgin bed-sheets swiftly cast astray,

Lips, tongue, and teeth graze tender skin of host.

The taste of nape, sweet intimacy's stuff,

Another hapless victim of the dark;

I, thieving magpie, render her corrupt,

For reckless passion leaves a lasting mark.

Regret now seeping, still I play the part,

though human sorrow plagues my lovelorn heart.