Tell me what I want to hear and leave out painful truth.
Whisper sweet into my ear and speak not tales of thorns and nails,
or the approach of murderous feet, but call them now a lover’s treat,
a gentle sweep through soft, sweet blades of grass.
Look at me with eager eyes that ignite and fire my deep desire.
Trace a line along my skin, a practice stroke, razor-thin,
marking the lies of my demise while I shudder and soak them in.
Lay my head upon your breast, delight me with your sweet caress.
Pour your honey on my tongue and draw your blade across my throat,
mix my blood with air and sweat and honey – my ignorance is still bliss.
My life will drain, numb to pain, hunger seduced by deadly comfort.
I’ll barely know my suffocation, never encounter my violation.
And choke my last breath with your name still dripping from my lips.
And you’ll dance in the night and drink to my madness.