there is a chill in my bones, my love, a frigidity that makes my limbs quiver, an uncontrollable shaking,

and i am tired, so tired

of waking in this bed alone with the the taste of you still strong on my tongue, honeysuckle, orange, spices

so tired, i am tired

the chill has settled deep within my scarred lungs of pneumonic mnemonics, a tuneless tune of descent

the phantom rains pulse along the distant shore just outside this dreamstate of freezing to death on a tropical island

she douses me with accelerant, her half smile the spark that sets this palatial glacial estate to crackling timbers, lust given shape

in dream she taunts me with clever tongue drawing blood, delicious lashes across the sugar sand of ground heartsputter cast aside