Call It Love/Softly Down

The dusk is smooth

Feeling watched

Think it’s you standing in the street

The porch lights flicker

Lending ambiance but no brilliance

The air is thick

Feeling hunted

Are we torture or ecstasy?

Think I must be bleeding out

It’s only self-destructive tears

Wishing for your oblivion and your attention

Rip my throat out

Call it love

I will believe you

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We are each our own demon of flesh and faith and folly, and in whole knowledge of this we surrender to the other’s demonhood. It is a deal set in blood and teeth, your life force to mine.

You are beautiful in rest. Your chest rises and falls, skin paler than the streetlights. It is a pact and a promise, an unshakeable, undoable bond. You are held, laid softly down. I stay, and watch you sleep.