She makes me homesick. Like a fallen lover, crawling cautiously not to wake, what thee say my succubus, fair maiden?
You've shouted with mouths closed, whispered with your lashes casting praise.
I waited until dusk on this eve to catch you in my dream.
You stood unaware as I removed my soft cascading feathers and slid into you the way you've done to me for so many years. We are now what has become one, from two.
With a soft silhouette She, I, We, beckon with a Dance.
I woke up, holding a sharp key that cut my small hands.
Blood Maps.