you sashayed your way towards the makeshift ballroom floor
inside the labyrinth of my mind where ball-jointed dolls,
decked in gothic hollywood glamour, danced to
the tune of crooning corpses with their chainsaw guitars.
amidst the cigarette smoke elegantly billowing
from a mad hatter zombie's lips, you were
illuminated in a spotlight of your own,
dressed in a steampunk corset distressed with
black lace and white satin while delicately
wrapped in champagne tulle.
behind a scaffolding near the stairs,
mannequin lovers were kissing underneath
a spiderweb chandelier while you ruminated
beneath the sugarplum moonlight.
without warning, i kissed your naked neck,
licking your papyrus skin with
my switchblade tongue
as you gasped in delight.
you were my very own lolita with
peacock earrings and garnetstone
gypsy cocktail rings.
my words faded into a footnote
of an over-medicated daydream
because i loved to make you scream.
i could have died in ecstasy,
you could have killed me
with those slender fingernails
digging on my spine.
midnight was a poet's murder
and i could have prayed even harder
but this nightmare was my fantasy
so please don't ever wake me up.