How strange she seems Each time she appears, Glancing left and then right, Left and then right every time. Dartingly fast, she checks no-ones there, Before cautiously leaving the house. How odd, I surmise.
A touch as I sleep, Elusively fluid. Fingers converge and entwine, Grasp my hair. Bow my back, hold the arch As you trace your tattoo In my spine. I am Alive, full of you I am unable to wake.
I am revulsion Look to me. I am deception Lift my veil. I am treachery See past my shroud, To the real me. Be stunned By what I have become. You are love. I look at you And see integrity,