• An ethereal glow emanates
    westward, away from your heart.
    My own is unfamiliar, fluttering away in
    my chest, knowing me better than
    I do.
    That look in your eyes,
    a gleam which blinds me and casts a glare on my lenses
    is aggressive
    It threatens me, loving me all the while
    and at the same time, I feel
    sad, as though I've lost you.
    Your arms close around me,
    solid and real
    and I can't escape because
    my heart won't come with me.
    You are a villain--
    my villain--
    and liking you feels wrong but it tastes so right.
    Saline,
    marine,
    I don't know where I'm going but
    somehow I'm back with you.
    God DAMN you.
    You taste right.
    You taste so right.