I ****** at your peak and I
taste with your tongue but
to you, I am just listening and
to me, I am reliving in
truth and time, In
loath, even lie. Mutuality meets
pity and we stare at each other through
a singular crack in a mirror. It’s a small slither of darkness. Enough
to display my most glorious gift, my
handsome curse. I loan you life and you
debt me death, innocently.