Together In the imaginary darkness Of our Epicurean Eden; Where pillow secrets Spill like pandemonium From Pandora’s Box.
Creeping under unruffled sheets Wearing euphoria’s mask. She shivers sensing The reborn terror from my touch, Weight of Incubus ‘Cross her naked breast. Poisoning the idyllic wonder Out of a kiss to deepen a hush; No scheme clever enough To lock this box back up.
Only vainly left pondering ‘What made me the lecher dreamt, When I court a knife ground to gash These features we reminisce?" Now lying in bed un-sewn, beaten, Nerves of pleasure and passion Raped to ribbons of fright, As our numb lips part
