Kiss Me Cancerously
by Stephanie Wytovich
Sex me malignantly French kiss my soul and Run your arms down my breasts While you bite my lower lip Piercing more than my flesh, Scraping the skin off my lips, Doing that trick with your teeth That has always brought The light back in my eyes - The one that makes me gasp for breath, And brings me back to reality- To life, to the moment we're intertwined- For even with your expiration date You can still touch me like you used to, Making my toes curl, And my mind go blank - Forgetting everything, All the doctors, all the tubes All the hospital beds we slept in...
How I wish
I could swallow your cancer Feel it bleed into my mouth While my tongue laps it up, Licking the backs of your incisors, Sucking up your poisons While I devour your disease
How easy it should be
To take your pain And let it breed within me Copulating with my cells Virally mixing our DNA So we can be the same again; A version of two old lovers That didn't worry about Chemotherapy and going bald, Never thought about the Stench of rotting chemicals Or the taste of bile Stuck in the back of our throats Burning away our esophagus With its acidic reflexes, That constantly caused gagging And burping up blood
Yet I knew it wasn't possible
For no matter how hard I tried to play God - I just didn't have the Power to save you, So I continued to pray Every night, and every morning That God would transfer Your disease into me, Because I could handle the pain, For my bones were stronger And my throat healthier And I already wore a wig From when I beat the disease 10 long years ago
Stephanie M. Wytovich is an Alumni of Seton Hill University where she was a double major in English Literature and Art History. She enjoys painting and playing the piano, and is currently attending graduate school to pursue her MFA in fiction. Her poem "The Cheater" has earned a nomination for the Rhysling Award. She plans to continue in academia to get her doctorate in Gothic Literature.