Ever-spinning

Goodness, I love his voice!

And how it seeps through his nose. I love that meek whistle—that almost lisp—ssweet ssserenity, when he calls my name! I love the way he falters through his sentences, constantly fumbling for words. And how flustered he gets whenever he mispronounces the R in my name. Darling, you don't need to hide from me—

I am not them.

But you don't see that, do you?

Dark Undone

Pull your knees apart, he said, and I'll show you magic, I'll show you god.

He didn't.

But he took me through the seven heavens.
Aurora borealis, aurora australis
Him and I in infinite
Loops.
Him and I in constant
Rotation
Around the sun.

And I beg
Please
Never, never
Never stop.

And who am I? he said.

Oh.
Oh, god.

Filth

Forgive me, I
Would like to torture you
With anticipation.
Like a volcano
And its would-be eruption.

While I'm at it
Maybe I'll touch you
Then pretend I never, never meant to.

Vesuvius, my love.
How hard must I try
Until you com—
—pletely lose your mind?

Lust

Come closer, dear.

Worry not, I won't hurt you! Slit my throat, I will. Slit my throat if I do. Frown, will you? Turn my elbows into knees. I'll break you, yeah? I'll make you mine.

Cry for me, darling.
Drain me dry.
Cry
I'll love you better.
Cry
I'll love you—

Harder.

Hold On

You,

Turn my skin into marble stone, whenever you frown. Please don't; I love you, I love you, and I'm sorry I never let it show.

Stick around, will you?
I promise, I promise;
I'm worth your time.

Theft

There I was,

Pressed against her window, peering through the blinds. Ah, lucky, lucky me! I find her lolling on the wooden floor, drinking the afternoon sun, trying to learn her see, saw, seen. Crunch, crunch, crunch, go the autumn leaves. Yes, lucky me! I squirm behind a shrub; a periwinkle, to conceal my boyhood obsession, hide my growing manhood; but surely, she heard me, and surely, surely, she noticed my—

Who are you?

Silly little thing, don't you know? I love you.

Then I,
Held her between myself and the floor.
And loved her.
Twice.
Thrice.
Until she was,
Mine.

Lover, I Don't Play to Win

The autumn crocus; standing proud with death at its feet.

Remember, a glimpse will last a lifetime, a taste would cost one, but for the raven it would not suffice, so it traded its wings for a nose and paws to dig with.

And for a moment she was gushing between his teeth; violet and sticky and sweet. He wanted to howl but she had stolen his voice. He tried to run but he no longer had feet.

In came the raven flapping its wings, Was it worth it? it said.

Yes, cried the wolf, yes, yes, yes.