Passionate fear
He came from
round the blind corner.
Our eyes met
briefly before going back to
the phone. His
presence lingered beyond
the sockets.
He knows.
The next day
he was there with his surreptitious
smile which
I knew to grow accustomed to. Shyly
shifted to
check the time. He wore blue
without fail,
conquering my heart, at Eight O' Six
sharp
everyday. Not a peep from me. That is
not our
language.
He started
bringing me places in my mind I
never knew
existed. So fascinated in his glory,
I breathe at
his mercy and cry at his pleasure. I
take him
everywhere, like pocket providence, and
he whispers bittersweet
nothings in my ear.
By the devilry
he possesses, the hex, like musty
roses, course
through my veins, tearing me
from my bloodline,
releasing. those. satisfying.
Endorphin.
He owns my
soul; at every any hour of the year.
He slumbers
mostly and let the electronics entertain
the little
shell as he lay; gentle, sovereign and familiar.
He’ll tug on
my heartstrings when it's time to feed.
Then, he
consumes me whole.