Fruit
Bottomless brown eyes,

wells from which my reflection derives

encrested on a heart-shaped face

bring out the ugliness in my being.

These things pass unseen:

A grotesque monster;

its carcass,

dead skin

and bloodied mouth

grinning.

Never was the scent of roses more intoxicating!

My only escape,

Though you seem to summon my craving..

Dare not!

Proceed not!

Retreat before I turn,

Longing to claw frantically at your throat

and cause the rosey color to spread from your cheeks,

the rosiness of your sweet taste.

Shuddering with the thought,

but you still look my way

and I must brace myself.

For you are the fruit that someone plucked,

to tease my wanting, to taunt the monster inside.

You are the fruit that was plucked

by fate disguised,

and I can't grasp how your warmth melts all this ice.