On phosphorus ground you take me, into the night.
Divorcing my monogamy of self.
With you, all alive like dying stars.
Illuminating into nothing.
Burning and swallowing all of me.
This frontier of the forgotten, threatens when the eyes close.
When you move too close, too distant.
Alone in my shell, safety slips around me.
You crack me open and dip your fingers inside.
My horrors have no place to hide.
You’re bringing out the Taliban in me.
Shedding reason and sanity.
Making way for acceptable losses.
This humming of you through my veil of safeguarding.
It strikes into what is most precious.
Sinking my soul like Atlantis.
All from a look, from a touch, from a hurt.
A word gently spoken but spun in insolation.
Travels across blood red skies and finds me.
Needles into me like your wicked spite.
At first glowing like a love so curious.
Then fading into the bruise of knowing.
Havoc and Consequence 