Three times now,
Once a year
You’re poison beckons
For me to come home.

But home is full of prison bars.
Hollow warmth fills me,
Screaming flows over me
The feel of your lips tempting.

Though flesh turns to stone
My body a tundra
You’re voice the wind
Ravishing a tundra

Syllable by syllable
Shiver by shiver
Dark as day
My black night.