Aerosol

His trembling breath,
And the lingering fumes of ethanol
Ironing every nanometer of my skin;
You would've thought it's love-
Since you had not heard my heartbeat...

Distorting strands of satin,
Ruffling and spreading,
Swaying against the curve of my back,
And the twist of his naked arm-
Obeying...soundlessly; murderously.

An explosion of sound waves,
That carried his soft laughter,
Clattering the long forgotten sheds
With raging beams of light...
And a knowing smile.

Those eyes almost made you believe,
That happiness existed,
Suffering is amusement-
And for a moment it was...
For a moment, it did.

But it soon tenderly collapsed,
With a sting of violent pleasure,
And the echo of a joyous breath;
The constant acceleration,
Needed to hit a stone wall

And now there are just these silent words,
Nestling on your armchair,
Enveloping the thunder in his eyes,
And the measly poison
Of a distant gunshot.

It's a wrought of aerosol,
You call it freedom;
I've named it death..
And we're both left with nothing,
But breathing and suffocation..