Stranger than Girl

To whom the gentle gallop of tomorrow
Waits and wakes for in the morning grim,
You shall know now, before I leap,
(And leave again)
My promised regret with a fading hue:
What has trespassed over my sleep
Walks into dwellings of my dreams,
A final trance dance through memories,
And sudden drops into a star bright
Wish for death.
Sprung only from the quiet bedded
Spring of sabotage, my seduction is
Subtle:
Pleasure me or wish me Gone.
For I am gone without the dim light
Of Eyes intrigued, of pupils watching over me.
I am nothing without your scrutiny.
Toxic breath studying me. I am a ghoul!
Wish me real…
Prove to me I am no mere mortal.
Let me unremember my bleeding pain
And float off to heights beyond plunge.
Turn back time and let me begin now,
A babe,
With this kiss and sweet, phallic puncture.
Let there be a void for all you thought
You knew of me.
I long to be a stranger again;
Without name, face, past,
A renewed mystery, climactically
Forgotten.

8/27/14