When the Sun Sets and You Dream of Me

When the Sun Sets and You Dream of Me (A Poem of Your Dark and Twisted Fantasy)
by Anthony Olabarrieta

Life is a garden and
my tears jump into
the abyss.
The salty waters
of suicide
cloud its river and wind.

Life is a labyrinth
of molasses and
thorns,
and the aching
sunrise is clouded by
promiscuity.

Lie with me and
I'll die between
your legs—
I am a prince in the vice
of the peaks of your
breasts.

I know the
saccharine
decadence of your
flesh
consumes me in a
blasphemous orgy
of unity.

The night yawns as the
morning wakes;
dream a life and drink
from my blood.
Freedom is a
distant memory.

As I become your dark and
twisted fantasy—
sweet pain, my light,
my love;
a blade and a cup
will seal our bond.

Your thoughts
drown
in bliss
At the idea
of you
undressing me—sooner or
later.