My body is weak under your power.
I can’t walk.
I can barely stand.
Even breathing is a chore
as you inhabit every part of my being.
I heave over and kneel
with my head bowed down powerlessly
and I remind you
of your unquestionable supremacy
over my mortal self.
My body reaches dangerous temperatures
from your presence.
It blossoms in unnatural colors
because of your touch.
and bright reds
swim from my profile to my eyes
and lunge into the deep purples and greens
that run across my limbs.
Your tight embrace
and I feel as though
you’ll never leave my side,
but, soon enough,
the spell you casted
lifts to the air above me.
I look up and your mark is there
as if I was still mid sleep in a dream,
yet I feel my core and my body
to find that you’re nowhere to be found.
Though I thought you never would,
like the rest you came and went.
leaving no sign of returning once again.
And just like that I am cured
of your torturous illness
that made me forgot who I was
and forced me to succumb to you.