I whisper to you as he lays next to me, whoever he is for the night, Breathing low, hard, and forlorn.  
But all I hear is the faded wallpaper around me as it whispers, the faucets of my old sink as they scream and the hiss of the cold air as it strokes my lips.

It comes in waves the longing a great tidal wave of despair and craving, laden with hunger and plea.

Once entwined, a symphony of flesh and soul, bound by love's fervour, an eternal toll. Yet now, torn asunder by oceans deep and mountains' peaks. Each wave a lament, each valley a sigh.

Do you, in the shadow of the night seek my face?

In her whispered breaths do you find my trace?  

I no longer sleep, I am a carnal vessel, a restless wanderer I roam. Was it all a fantasy of my own making, just a mere illusion cast by a broken mind, do I remember us wrong?

Just plastic memories drifting within my mind, manmade, ever-living, and incessant. My dreams fill with the sombre memories, spectral in sensation.

Reminiscence of fingers that took, until I had no more, leaving me yearning, craving, at love's shattered door.

So, I whisper to you, with the darkness holding me tight, in hopes that somehow, our souls may reconcile.

But until then, I'll linger in this bittersweet reverie, with whispers for you in the deep night.

Oh, how my soul trembles with the hunger to consume the depths of your being, to taste the bitterness, the sins, the horrors, the dreams, and the desires, that paint the intricate mosaic of your humanity and the very makings of your being.

I crave to taste the marrow of your morality, to savour the darkness and light that compose your intricate tenderness.

To replace the hollow echoes within me with the fiery intensity of your passions, to feel your touch ignite the dormant embers of my soul, and to revel in the chaos of our shared existence.

Show me the scars that map the landscape of your agony, let me bear witness to the storms raging within you, for I crave nothing more than to be consumed by the tempest of your sentiments.

Desire courses through my veins like a raging river, A relentless force that knows no bounds, it consumes every fibre of my being, leaving me breathless in its wake… A chilling admission of devotion.

Aching for the ecstasy of your surrender to your indignities, to be consumed by the flames of our passion, and reborn in the ashes of our love.
Desire, relentless desire, how it consumes my very being.

For you, I am sweet, virtuous, and pure. For you, I am a creature soft and tenuous, for you I am weak and supple. For you, I am perfect. I am whatever you wish me to be.

Make me your midnight muse.

Think of me when darkness falls, and you're alone. Feel my ghostly touch, like a whisper, a moan.

My breath upon your face, a sigh, a tease. A tender reminder, of the love that seeks release.

Howl your secrets to me, in the quiet of the night, Each word a sacred offering, as my soft figure dances in your sight.

Break me open, like a vessel of clay,
And slip your fingers in, in the softest way.

Make me anew, with each touch, each caress,
Start over again, in love's sweet duress.

Again, Again, and Again.

Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

I was the first to fall in love
But it’s inevitable that you’ll be the first to leave.

My head rested gently upon your shoulder's grace, Amidst the kitchen's warmth, in an intimate embrace.

You spoke of Abramović and Ulay's artful love affair, While I listened, entranced, with a silent prayer.

As the water simmered, poised to reach its peak, I absorbed each word, feigning understanding.

Your gestures, a symphony, as you traced the scene, Fingers dancing,  in a love unseen, an intimate dance just for me.

I pondered, as your touch lingered on mine,
Was our love akin to theirs, a complex design?

Filled with art and impediment, like a tangled thread, Were you showing me their image, with secrets unsaid?

Was it a subtle warning, a silent plea to flee? Or a gentle nudge towards what must be?

As you held me close, your grasp firm and tight, I wondered if our end was nearing, in the dimming light.

Your fingers, reluctant to stray from my skin, A silent testament to the love we'd once been.

Yet even as you checked the stove's steady flame, I sensed the hesitance, the unspoken claim.

For the music played softly, a melancholy tune, Unheard by my ears, yet felt in the room.

Unbeknownst to me, we began a slow dance, The tender steps of a breakup's advance.

So we swayed in silence, to the rhythm of a heart's lament, Each step a farewell, in love's testament.

In the dance of love's end, we found our song, Unraveling slowly, where once we belonged.