Tame incubus, chambered
with picture-perfect silk unfurled
to carry me– it’s the constant
swirl of lake effect dust, settling
on the spirit, dampening, hollow…
Dialed down energy and malaise.
Strung from every syllable–
anticipations… I’d like to be some
one you could love for eternity,
made of iron hearts cold as grace.
“Remember me, I was the one
who had you last…” would you be
my constant flame of size, take
the time to end where we depart,
ash path behind two sets of feet–
then the surge: moth wings dipped
in napalm. Heavy sigh, fingers
gripped tight to the throat, hold
on… find ways to keep her
coming back for more.