Touch

 How do you sleep at night?

With obsidian shadows steaming low on the bedroom carpet

In smooth, ghastly incarnation

Kissing their way across the floor

Wanting only to haunt the controls of the dam

Dismantling the flood gates to a lifetime of pleasures requiring expression

Thickly pulsating above your sleeping form

Leaping at you in suicidal surrender 

In the grave attempt to be inhaled