Passion

Love burns in my heart
For the eternally beloved,
Fatigue overcomes me
From the passion inside,
Night calls its dark spiders
To draw me away into its chamber.
I sit and sulk heavily
For the moment to be accomplished.
Today.

Nothing tastes as good
As silver
Steel against my skin,
Set against my teeth
This taste of sulphur,
Mere accomplishment will not do
For the flame under my heart,
A father figure calls me
And I yearn for his embrace.