Poetry for thought

title: ((untitled))

he dug through the air between his fingers and my shoulder,
pulled out the agony and drowned it into a mug of salt water.
the pain peaked while he did this act,
"thirty times more" he said.
i moaned a little, the pain was at its peak again,
he continued to dig, and drown.
i asked him to stop, when i felt the pain had lost its intensity,
the pain existed nonetheless.
i put my head on the pillow,
while he continued the process from a few feet away.
sleep consumed,
dreams took over, poetry was formed.

-14/04/09