Cicisbeo

“Cicisbeo”
you said;

And knew the squirming torment you'd darted;
Yet I chose to watch the quivers in my spine-
neatly reflect in your irises,
with those motions of a tainted smirk;

Five inches of smoldering paper-
Your fingers and 900 degrees,
The absence of light-
in clever patches...

They were just streaks of gray smoke
fiddling with my nostrils
yet the silly numbness,
... the electrocuted pulse;
(Why?!)

Then, I knew.

Amalgamating with the exhilarating touch
Of Damascus steel,
twisted against my rib cage-
I gasped, in open horror and slithering nightmares

Yet polite- almost innocent;
your perfume coaxed me...
“A little to the left, my love.”
Naming this new found death wish, I smiled.

Another perfect drop of chocolate smeared,
Those velvet chromes, flying;
“Cicisbeo”, you said,
In a whisper;

Then, smiled.

“Si... Carissima.”, I gasped.
as frequency waves reconciled with thought-
synchronized, with your growing amusement and my fading illusion,
- creeping quietly upon my spine, and frowning;

... those nano-structures of carbon, fine metal and pearlite matrices-
incarnadino; contorting and squirming through a net of veins and shifting a few paces
with the ruthless convulsions of your wrist, and the aid of those ancient Indians...
You stole another soul.

“Did I taste sweet, dearest?...Bitter? I see.”
In any case,
I'll see you in hell.