Cancer-Ritten Poem by Kewayne Wadley

You comfort me,
One perfect second, and one only,
Your there, i'm completed,
My lips caress you,
The circumference of pleasure begins,
Combustion,
The ignition of the tip of the iceberg begins,
You feel my lungs, everything turns black, withers, decays,
Sufficating at first, then release happens,
Addiction,
The needing of more,
Are we still strangers, you & I,
A calm hush fills the air,
Sex is then made, with no skin to feel it's caress,
With no voice to caress the air,
It lingers, as ash trails where we've stood,
A moment, paused in time,
The adoration of you begins,
The needing, each craving,
Although physical, it becomes familar to the wick that stems in the mind,
The fixation of two strands, wound together,
Do they know each other before lit,
Do they melt into each other before, or after,
The destruction of theirselves,
The meeting of eyes, in one perfect matrimony,
The lighter flicks, the flame dances,
High, then low,
Discovering an horizon it can't do without,
It's brillance, it's radiance,
A mockery of the sun thats rose to touch the clouds,
The chaos of addiction, the havoc of liberation,
Is it ever fulfilled, at what cost,
Torn from the page of another given with sincere thought,
As it becomes mental,
A telepathic emancipation of ones self,
As this letter goes unwritten, inhaled, then exhaled,