“Dreamer,”
She murmured
Her voice filled flickering eyelashes
Dancing across bare skin
Of the untouched pasture of purity.

Such an odd way to say it
And odd way to feel
Fluttering emotions feathers
Should be left falling
Painful wisdom otherwise

“Kiss me,”
She had said
Passive voice of the inner temple
Singing soulfully of singed tongues
Dragged into the noise

How I hated her
How I loved her

“Dreamer, kiss me. So that I may devour you,”