I Love You to Death
by Stock
I love you in the undertone;
let me count the ways
kissing your ear as I plunge in devotion,
moulding my dermis to your bones.
I love you more than time it’s self,
I care more for you, than me;
you’re frame is what I aspire to adore,
picture perfect you are an original.
Knowing you’ve hidden secrets inside,
I want to lay beside you
with one hand above your heart;
the pulse in my thumb beats along
with the percussion in your ribcage.
Feed me your love with finest silver;
let me taste your sweetness;
go forth and mark my territory.
I, the welcome mat to your home,
stand over me – wipe your feet;
leave your mark upon my body.
My osmium claws seize you,
when nobody else is in your sights.
One pawn blanketing your heart,
I sense your dieing ode;
my hand then clasping the machete
swiftly whispering I love you.
Nevertheless do you detect
the stainless steel ripping your flesh?
Why else would I move close to you;
especially on a dark night like this,
The phrase ‘I love you’ on repeat,
today; New York and our love,
can stay asleep…