‘Transmission’

by Max Clements

As our eyes touch, my mind elapses.
Your intimate complexion is pallid, your radiance extinguished.
Your expression is lifeless.
Your hands are frigid, your fingers callous.

You possessed me.
Your departed vitality lay dormant within me; and yet it drained mine.
I devoured your beauty; I touched and tasted
yet attained no higher fate.

I was cursed by the touch that I once craved.
Your warmth coursed through me. I shut my eyes.
The backs of my eye lids flickered amidst the darkness.
I couldn’t escape your serotonin embrace.

Over keeled lips I scaled
With terminal lust.
I bled hot red.
Your tears ran carbon black.

Until I first see you again, when

Your eternal beauty is celestial,
Your fire inextinguishable
Your wonder unbounded.
For I am set free
As our eyes touch.

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, and SCR & Staff. Current Executive Editors: Tom Davy, Joanna Engle and Chris Hill

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