— Can I see me through your eyes —
What image is it that you have created for me?
— When I look into your eyes I see swirls
of mercury… tossing like waves
over my entire body, drenching me —
and I shiver… seek out the warmth
of your skin… which must radiate from the cold silver flame in your eyes
and they way you always
smell like flowers… brown sugar.
— She was strong when you were weak —
Her eyes were dry when you wept —
she made you a man — the man you are —
Now she is tired and she weeps — can you care for her?
— Did you hear what he said about us?
Symbiotic and sickly clinging…
You are a new kind of parasite and all
you owe me is nothing you can give —
though you feed me your poison —
to make me your nourishment —
So that you may thrive and I may cry
out in my darkness, flickering candlelight
casts my writhing shadow on a wall —
from where the spectators gather to watch —
Do you feel the drip in your throat —
the thudding… this is the taste, this
is the surge — of unbridled aggression.
And so begin circling one another —
heads down, eyes glaring, tails risen —
high up in the air, forked and deadly with
points sharp as daggers —
Waiting to strike — our circle grows closer
with each turn, until we are intertwined…
One now, so only one will emerge alive —
Thrashing together and apart!
Wounding and wounded, both of us —
Fire sprays in all direction around us…
and the watchers draw back — gasping —
We screech in agony and rage —
A bite on the back of the neck…
And it is done… We separate now —
You — fall dead to the ground — and so
the battlefield tastes its blood…
wallows in it… so I spit —
and walk away… In disgust —
yet exalted and gratified —
It is finally over!