Love me not

for ways of night

but for

the underlying agendas

of crow-shrouded battlezones

Love me not

for ways of night

but welcome the icepick stare

of my blankshot eyes

And will you call my name

or do you fear its sound

as we sink

screaming and biting

Love me not

for ways of night

but burn through the swamps

of longing

as torches and nightmares

embrace our coupling

And will you touch me

an alchemy of tender flesh

carved of ivory and nightmares

Forgive me I cannot resist

I await you