Leave it to you manage the moment.

We animal attraction.

You and I and we.

The wicked in the coupling.

 

I give good as one can tender

organized violence.

I’m like thorn.

Vulgar thing cotton to.

Hatred is heavy on your breast.

Wine to thine tempest.

 

Thunder afar and lightning.

The desperate swept up.

The absent minded.

I’m six corners.

This urban teeming out for blood.

I raise alarm.

 

Let her tell it scared to death.

She’s through the narrows

where the condemned throw stone.

Epic these things.

 

These night I get yours.

Social register, erotic underground.

Constant fete.

Always the gardens.

I sew alarm.

 

In the grips night terrors.

Dark days and hours.

Noir between us where the blood of them

until she sated.