Predatory

'Even when you don't speak it, I hear you say, I love you.
you must say that before you sleep & when you wake.  
if there's a man who loves you, it must be me ' -  Chapters of Him

Music and sad poetry, my sweet John in my arms...
When I wake with sadness,
I keep you close so I don't get lost.
Will you hold me in the dark?

I am expoitable there, in the dark.
I walk a ravaged path lit by noir rainbows
and desperation. I call them moonbeams.
He calls them tears.

A harlequin wind is my burden; my enigma
and it whispers hopelessness, eroding the very fibres
of my soul, one small stitch at a time.
He watches me, the wind behind him, like a stalwart posse.

His eyes caress me like hands, am I his
personal pornography? he wants something
and he knows that I know  -
What can I do?  I touch myself.