Sycophant

Slipping and slithering
in gratitude to her
addiction to
being incomparable.
With every
sway, swelter
up, down or tremble:
she succeeded.
With every
clamp, graze
twitch or clutch:
she did it.
With every
slip, break
hug, smile
she put between us:
she maliciously moved
beyond hills, valleys, mountains
beyond my love, loyalty
care and warmth.
Leaving me feeling lucky
to have her,
leaving me fighting
to keep her in my life.

As a last effort
to uplift her:
by cradling her chilly skin
in my tired claws,
she finally darted the skies she lusted.
I carried
her boneless spirals with
all the might I could muster
impelling my wings
to carry us both.
With that,
I became expendable:
I had offered all I had,
she turned to kiss me goodbye
and with the two small cuts
she forced into my skin,
I crashed:
unable to see.
I was numbed:
unable to feel neither
my broken heart beating or
my wounds bleeding.
Coming close to my last breath,
my blurry vision only
fixated on her betrayal.
I ceased to be,
to the sound of her cheerful rattles,
celebrating our parallel deaths,
falling in patience,
plunging
to our immediate demise.