there's a ghost in this bed,
half lost in shadows
and encroaching night.
I think I know her
and sometimes
I even feel her name upon my lips.
but I am too scared to speak
for fear she will leave me.
within the outline of a gentle smile
and with eyes that are pure darkness
she forms besides me.
in silence her arms welcome me
with a touch that is both
cold and alluring
and some nights I lay
as still as death itself,
as she wraps herself
around me
and squeezes out the
last light in my eyes.
as sleep slowly engulfs me,
I yield to this black queen.
then,
only then,
do I finally hear her voice
"fall into me, my love" she whispers
and I do
