What do you see when you sleep? Is it a dream or a vision? Does he bear fangs and talons Scratching and biting you in sacred places Savouring the sweetness of virgin blood? Does he carry clay in his palms Fixing you in all the places you broke Soothing your fears with mystical melodies Lulling you back to your skin? When you return Do you arrive panting out of breath Frantically searching for shadows in the dark Holding your heart in your fingers Wondering if this is the last time You might get to feel their warmth? Does he leave you eyes glazed, lips trembling Shivering from the ecstasy of another life Finding it's purpose through your womb Basking in the beauty of its new home? This lethargy that you carry around Resembles the aura of a human matrix Nurturing the bones of a demigod Should I tell you the story of Danae Or we just agree that Mars too is a myth?
©JL Maikaho