You wear fangs
to kiss me...

I smoke.
As it billows from...

The sunrise is blushing pink,
seeping through gaps in the curtains...

Marooned upon
every square inch of your...

Did my kisses
stir a flame in your...

Come morning,
there were golden hues...

I imagined your
murder and it was...

who only knows love
as fleeting as...

Are you looking
for redemption here...

We fled
into the evening...

butterflies
made a tomb of...

Let sleeping thoughts
fester, give them no credence...