It Was Always You, Helen
Allow me at least a kiss. Just one, exquisite kiss
I see you in my dreams at night, swimming amongst the eternal stars. Hair aflame, can I make a wish as you fall? Fall down on me, drown in the pool of my desire for you, let the children cry in horror as our bodies come together once more.
I see those lips of yours, born from the sweetest honey, delicious gold begging to be consumed. I kiss you and feel the bees on your tongue, poisoning you with my spirit as your cheeks grow red and your feet tremble beneath.
I stand in front of you, pleading you, be witness to our bond, to our history, you insist on believing in myths and fables, can’t you see that this is real? Can’t you feel the cold knife on your throat?
You feign ignorance of my name, turn a blind eye to my presence, while I learn the geography of your body, for that’s the only home I have, the only refuge I need. Let me lay on your chest and feed on your beating heart.
Feel me, believe me, this is where I’m meant to be. Bone against bone, lips against lips. There is no other ending for me, for you, for us. It was always going to be this.
It was always going to be you.
It was always you, Helen.
This short piece is inspired by one of my favourite movies, Candyman (1992).
The title and subtitle are direct quotes from the movie.
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