Possession

I think that she completes me,

Hand in hand,

Hand in blood.

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She's there in the dark,

Halfway sleeping, halfway flickering.

I run my fingers over her smooth surfaces;

Her silk and cream flesh;

The wildness in her eyes.

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I lean over to hear her secrets,

To catch the whispers,

As they slip free from her glittering soul.

I press my lips against hers,

Sealing our bargain.

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Two halves of one entity,

Her white where my grey begins,

Her butter-gold against my saffron orange;

Her light shining into my darkness.

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I've read in the papers;

They've declared her presumed dead,

Missing.

And I smile, knowing she's home.