Past the Light

I journey past your lair and my thoughts freeze;  
My shadow becomes still, when out you step;  
I ask no questions; you reach out and seize  
My long black hair - tug me to you; I've crept  
Up by your bed before, but now you press  
Me forward, as you wish: ideas are dust;  
My eyes hold far horizons; I regress  
To depend on submission, as your lust  
Begins to dominate; it will not cease  
Until you're satisfied with all you have;  
You dine alone and I'm to be the feast  
To feed you this dark night; when I am slave  
And you, perhaps, are Master of your dreams;  
Your moon shines bright as no-one hears my screams