Deep in the gloom
of exhausted sighs
The candlelit room
limitless but you
my focus
On a lavender bed
enswathed in webs
and dust
Seated on the edge
you breathe
and wait
You smile
your teeth the tip
the very threshold
I imagine your skull
your bones
choking beneath your ivory skin
webs and dust
and the scent of death
sweet
powdery
death.