There are people awake, making beautiful music right now, somewhere in the dark dark night. My eyes are closed, and I am afraid to open them. I am afraid that this dream will shatter.
Fingers like talons, digging into a pound of your flesh. Pulling you closer by your thighs and drinking from your lips. I want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. I want to suck on you. I want to hold you till your marble cracks open and the wine streams out. Then I will smear that wine on my forehead and dive back, this time for blood.