Anesthesia

She fed him strange fruit

From forbidden trees

A bite at a time

Trailing her fingers

Across his lips

She showed him seven cities

And gave him sevrin scepters

And taught him to fly

Gently, she knelt him down

Her delicate touch

Lashed across his body

And tore the flesh

From his face

Tears from her eyes

Fell into his wounds

Searing his pain into ecstacy

Knowingly he went

Clutching at her body

Death was his

He held her close

All that remained

Was the joy of her touch.

Original poem by

Hosun Kim