Consumption
Harley Woods
She is so beautiful I want to drown...
Edge and line juts perfectly,
cutting the liquid love around her.
But her curves, oh, her curves.
I watch them swirl around,
and stir the pour where she’s submerged.
Her body turns like a yolk, mixing into
this bath of lavender soap.
I want to be closer. I want to drink in
the spilling beauty that I can only
admire from here. I wish I was the water.
I wish I was the light glinting
on the smooth, polished skin
that she drapes in the basin.
Even the way she becomes alert,
much like a doe seeking her hunter,
entraps me in her poised body.
The potion drips down her lines and
stains the crevices she tries so desperately
to hide. Each droplet itself seems placed so
divinely, as if Aphrodite could see that
she, here before me, is too heavenly
to allow to breathe. As if she had
stepped outside a painting
where an artist let her come to be.
My forehead touches the glass. It
bluntly exudes a sound.
I exhale, and the fogged pane covers my smirk.
No one will ever live up to this,
this magnificent creature unwilling
to flee. And I love her for it.
She is so beautiful I want to drown... her.