Little Horcruxes

It’s the way you say my name,
Striking primordial chords, almost forgone

And just like that I’m hopelessly drawn,
In the vacuum your words have left

My name lilting on your tongue,
Brushing against its soft curves

And it lives, it breathes,
An abomination if one ever was

Oh, you love the ripples you create,
On the surface of my soul

The black of your eyes dances like a naked flame,
The image on it smeared, a cursed birth

As my soul rips asunder,
And the tiniest of pieces falls apart

It seeks you out with a feral rage,
And kisses your lips with an untamed grace

A little posy settled on lips so rosy,
A collection of little horcruxes.