darling, don't wake up...
...no, it's better you stay sleeping
i must confess.
i have a lover
her name is epiphany
and she is very old.
many say she is beautiful,
but those who do hardly ever see her.
she lies with many, but I don’t know how
all the time she spends with me.
she pulls me down onto a bed of newspaper and used kleenex
is painful, ugly, and slow
burns like shame and hellfire,
but the climax
like a door kicked open to limitless sky
for an instant I am free…
but each time that instant is shorter
and my freedom more nauseating and tiresome.
i wish she would leave me...