Thoughts in my mind trip

Down empty stairwells

Into sad, hollow ends.

Nothing beside remains.

My desire cuts lonely, jagged lines

Into all my better sensibilities

Until I must feel you exhale as you spread.

Your breath on my ear tells me you live for this

And I forge your body with pain that is sweet.

You were meant to hurt to love and you beg me to hurt you more,

Until your wet, little death makes you feel divine and whole.