You've seen her, probably more than once
she holds her body to your eyes
but don't get too close, she breathes fire
and lust and smoke from cigarettes

She comes to life in the moonlight
glows in the sun, illuminating her essence
while hiding the dark sins
glowering in her heart like embers
of hate and pity and disgust

In her head is only room for fun
pure enjoyment as you struggle
only wood under her feet, piling higher
she dances above you
where your cries and pleas do not reach
she is in with the gods
telling secrets that bring men to their knees

compared to an old man
with gentle expectations
held in higher contempt
yet silently more brilliant
mine are high and out of reach
stirring restlessly
seeping into my thoughts
taking me farther
and farther away from reality
how envious I am of the man who lives peacefully
while insinuating expectations only of death
and what may come as his last breathe escapes him forever
does he rise up to brush hands with God or
fall down to the deepest part of Hell with tortuous solemnity
oh how I wish I did not think so highly of life
and her coy ways of playing with my every movement
taunting me like a bird does a grounded kitten
who can only observe as the bird soars ever higher over her head
singing the melody she can only associate blindly with her life

Oh silly little bird
Weren’t you ever told
If you play with the snake
Death will take hold

A glance quickens the pulse
A smile reddens the face
A word rattles the mind
A touch speeds the pace

A laugh brightens the glow
An embrace heightens the heat
Invitation brings them closer
Until their can lips meet

Perception would be reality if a daydream were the day
A nightmare would be the night if it had its way
A candle would be life if fire was its essence
And haze would be so clear if the truth was not so dense.

I am twisting in your grasp
Reaching, recoiling, breathing
Tasting cigarettes and sweat
Disappearing the second I let go and
I find myself intertwined with sheets
Cool  and unfeeling like the sky beyond the window pane
Who was I searching for, my desire?
The name of a faceless man who holds me when I sleep
Whose taste and scent have permeated my core
Until he has become the air itself
Wrapping around my body, softer than the caress of silk
Lingering on my skin. Yet again I wake with empty arms
And the heavy ache of love and lust on my tongue
Pulsating in my fingertips, but why
This love always leaves me hollow, haunting me
With the sweet promise of return as soon as my eyes close
So I keep awake until coaxed with his voice, a lullaby humming in my ear
Bringing me closer and closer still
Only once more, I tell myself then nevermore will
I give in to incubus who softly calls my name each night
Once more and I will become the insomniac who dreams of you while waking

Give into me
I am desire
No need to wait
I am fire

Give into me
I am lust
Feel your way
I am trust

Give into me
I am greed
Twist and turn
I am need

Give into me
I am light
No need for wings
I am flight