Your tongue was hot with the fire of a thousand suns.

It made me melt onto you

Become an extension of your entity

Your hands were electrifying; sent bolts up my spine and caused pings of panic and fear in my nervous system

An exciting anxiety.
When I couldn’t keep up with my thoughts, or what I wanted,

Turned my words into animalistic moans

And my needs into groans; loud guttural groans

Sometimes I would be driven to insanity

I would ask you to turn this love making into something violent-

“Call me a skank. Tell me you hate me.”

I wanted to feel that pain, confusion about what we both wanted.

Did we want still?

Did we want level?

Or did we intend to destroy one another-

Set each other on fire?

Watch each other implode-

Become stardust

What if I wanted to hurt-

What if I wanted to hurt, you?

Does the dance continue?

We watch the spirits and demons dance around us. Pick up the elephant tusks and snake skins being thrown at us. Recite the hymns appraising the devil; thanking him for sin- the sin.

Let us swallow the blood, and be forced to see the future-

Our deaths and the deaths of those we know

But it will not stop us.

We will use the devils hymns to set the mood, these visions as inspiration, and the blood as lubricant

We will continue this sinners seance,

Sell our souls and become

Fallen angels.

And when God reaches his hand out to crush our throats, the pressure in the room will rise, your heat- my heat will rise, a cornucopia of voices will be released from me- from you and our bones will break,

Finishing the dance.