Midnight Woes are all I dream:
A soft song of recondite raindrops and
The warm embrace of cold sheets on naked skin.
A bewitching lullaby sinking in my troubled thoughts and
The lecherous lightning showing a now homeless house.
A gentle graze of longing fingers and
The light laughter that drowns in soft songs.
A question and an answer.
The dagger and the victim.
I dreamt of a Midnight Woe:
A warm body next to my hollowed heart,
The skin on skin, forehead to forehead, lips to lips.
A needle in my hand and
The thread in your heart.