The moonlight slips unbidden into my womb
It was never my intention to serve him
Between us there is no love
Only the suspicious ache of a pernicious hunger
*
His insignia extends the length of my spinal column
My nerves remember what my eyes cannot conceive
*
In the same way that blood forges hope
By maintaining a predetermined course
He settles deviously on the chest
That the lungs may not drink enough
To arouse resistance
*
He is an intractable savant
The night is his emissary
His bastion as well
He drags his obsidian claws
Across my inner thighs
Thirsting the milk
Of an illegitimate desire
*
Being dreamless he depends solely
On artifice to communicate
It’s such an authentically human trait
To disguise through application
That one cannot but wonder
If he did not exist first as a man
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Each night astounded by the realization
That…
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