She approaches the edge
its abyss a short drop
to how far she has already fallen 

monsters mewl ,
blind mice writhing
in perpetual darkness





The portent and the polish
of dutiful devotions



The scrape of his leather against
her soft.walls
as she slithers out of her dress
and falls asleep  
on floors forgotten





Dream summoning ,
shadows on the eyes of the moon







I want a Corinthian tower 
and all the stairs to climb 






I want to memorize each mote of dust
as it settles behind the absence of my steps



The architect is memory




save
me
take me
now




This warring retch
a barreling loss
a rotting bucket
churning infants
in the bristols
of  the darkest slumber




The lilt of darkness
as it caresses my thighs in rain
like velvet teasing the air





As a  thousand tiny tongues
salivate on the Dark's ripe clitoris