She slips between the silks, my bold, cold mistress.
As I sleep she presses lips to mine, she sups.
She stems the flow of blood, my old, cold river:
sucks its flowless air and blues the room. She cups
my heart, she pumps and squeezes drily, lays me
grazing flat and frozen by her wiles.
Her breath, it sidles onto skin and greys me,
and gazing on my stilling lids, she smiles.
She visits me but once, has untold lovers.
I dream of how she comes to me, she creeps
the stairs of mounting days, she slays me.
She wants me once, but this once is for keeps.
She slips between the silks, my bold, cold mistress
Her kiss is once forever, never done.
The gift she gives each lover is unending,
her quest to turn all lovers into One.