govener-fink

Sometimes, she is my mistress Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake Sometimes, she is my psychosis Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke Slowly, she consum