In dreams and still thoughts she appears.
Translucent skin that makes teeth itch and
She beckons from
A far off bed.
He feels her pull, like
A rope around his soul,
Drawing him in to her heat.
Why fight what the body needs?
To have her nails draw blood
numerals into his back as she directs the play.
Each twist and arched turn is
To release them both from chains of guilt.
To fill the room with Venus’ magick.
To smash the mirrors with screams of ecstatic thanks.
To pass within and without and
Feel their two souls entwine.
He reluctantly returns to reality, sweating and unfulfilled.
In a world of torn souls,
The image leaves him in shreds.
He returns to his cold world in hope to dream some more…