I cloy myself in raptures
and swallow colossus of oblivions
because I want to be alive
To be alive is to be with you
even if you cannot see
the loneliness pouring from my eyes
To be alive is to watch you
shoot your hands across the table
to touch his, like a pen incidentally
writing me a story that
divulges nothing of me
I cloy myself
in your trivialities
and let your agog hands hollow me out
and my soul endeavors to thrive
in your malignant hands
But I will still choose this –
this moment of delinquent bliss
and frequent lies, forfeited
by the abysses you hauled me from
so cloy in your quintessence
and be the death of me
Norman Santos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-cloy-myself-with-you/
