Wrap yourself around me.
From the deepest oceans
Where life is rich
And stillness
Tranquil, black as pitch
A human torch
Has never brought
Electric fear
No search, no sport
You drift, and hunt.
You lie unsleeping
Blackest dreams
Eyes unweeping
Eyes of moonlight
Eyes like pearls
Eyes in which
The light uncurls
Pull me in.
Suction. Torsion. Alien skin
Pulsing, and the cold within
Thrusting through your moonrock bed
And all the world above is dead.
Monday, 5 May 2008
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