ligeia

oh, Ligeia

my hands have felt no beauty
but the kiss of her cold, deceased lips
she is not phantasm
she is flesh
flesh, i tell you this
and i vex myself
i trip up on opium odysseys of the heart
she had me turned neurotic
with one lick
- caused my earthbound pieces
to form the curvature of two halves
because after death
she is the only apparition
she is my one all-consuming wish
'til sanity do us part.