Her lips red as blood.
Sweeter than nectar.
Passing softly against mine.
My enraptured body
turns to her in offering
as it always does.
It is compulsion not love.
If there is any difference
I can’t feel it.

Somewhere in the cosmos
A great being made her.
He made her for my torment.
Now her skin touches mine.
Melting the thin separation
Between our blood
And again we flow as one.

The night birds song
flows into the open window.
His shadow backlit by moonlight
Caresses my passions in music.
I know the music will fade.

She will leave the room silently
In the darkness.
like a thief in the night.
A thief of hearts

Existence will stretch into eons.
I weep my loss from my soul.
Then as all grieving must
It will fade.
The world will be quiet
My passions quelled.

The door will open.
And once more
she will come to me.
In her outstretched hands
my broken heart.

She ****** it into
my chest again to beat
to feel to need.
And her lips
take their domain
As always.