Analysis of consumed

in my highs & lows   
I felt the shivers   
that anchored me   
so unmistakably in your appetite.

I gazed at the November sun  
burning up like the inside of me quietly  
slave to love without affinity  
mistaken my ability  
damned me  
framing time when you’re here  
arduous answers to simple questions.  

in a crimson color pool
3D deep wallpaper  
where I swam for the remission  
in the intervals of its waves  
in the seams of breathing  
I acknowledge silence spoke to me somehow.