Favorite Color

[squiddleypuff]

He is my maroon.

Immortal in the velvet flesh.

I daren't touch.

I daren't look.

Vertigo gnaws my eyes

to maroon.

I will smell.

My pores inhale

an ancient aroma

of moist earth.

My skull, cracked open
,

reveals the slick melon flesh,

dripping the seeds he planted.

He feasts

on my goblet of maroon thoughts.

Cannibals.

Consuming me.

Consuming him.

We are famished.

Specks remain.

Just crumbs

of maroon.