beautiful, this lonely night
this predictable darkness
that befalls the ground
the trees
the souls
those things of substance

I look at you
you look at them
you check your phone
you count the lights on the ceiling
you readjust yourself
you curse enemies under your breath

and I look at you
ethereal, immaterial
pure essence
pure strife
pure lust

third time is the charm
three times I've been
inebriated
incapacitated
seeing, feeling, smelling,
hearing
begging to be touching
you

oh, you are beautiful
oh, you make me miserable
oh, I like it so

my what pretty webs you spin

it's absolutely terrible
when I bring myself this low
but the stimulus I savor slow

my end is wherever you begin