my instincts realized you
my movements craved hours
because time, more than pleasure
intertwined with you, your rapture
feeding on my desire
my delight

duvets imprisoned us
dreaming then: sweaty, satisfied
glad you slaughtered me, not the bed
how else to see the situation?
never bothering to
stand all night

accentuated pleasure; wishing
never to awaken, never to exist
you drowned me and dominated me
left me all square from my body
increasingly vulnerable, alone
as free as sleep