should not have made you my Muse

you destroyed me, Dorian Gray
took your cheekbones as a dagger
and tore into me, lion's claws
as eyelashes, they flutter and blood
gushes.

I applaud you, your performance spectacular
please, another- discard your artic eyes for mine
cut them loose with your hip bone and teeth
string them back together with your lips,
the softest thing on you.

Perhaps then, with gouged eyes I may not love you
but your piercing song would activate
the olfactory and the burned image of Narcissus's reflection
would singe me, careless you are with your beauty, by god.

Conjoined Loins, Dorian and I
Painted on life's canvas, with my blood and his
surplus time.