wild cards for wet dreams.

sublime
unlocked
scotch pine
swiss knife
tea leaf
lisps
harmoniphon
vagabondage
catatonia
dinnerware
porcelain
contortionist
blackberry
rainfall
electrodynamics
arrowhead
warzone
low-calorie
desolate.

erotomania.

i remember thinking it was a sign
that our machinations were so aligned.

medications, patience, you chose those clothes
on a corpus christi thursday. what would you wear with those?

love song.

come one sunrise, i shall sink my talons into your cold, morning skin, and shred to pieces the throbbing, slippery strands you're woven of, even if i may have to rip the hull of naglfar to forge myself the claws.

i'll cradle your severed head within my victorious arms like you were a child again, and whisper in your temple stories about the gods only you were meant to hear.

and then i will eat your ears. but i will not put out your eyes, so that at night you, like the uncountable stars in the skies that i have conquered, may hold vigil over my sleep of the kings.

euthalia.

the last piece of the puzzle is the prize.

(and just to spite your settlement, a gypsy moth flutters its wings to the south of atlantis.)