I love you as I love the sky at night, You brooding soul who never says a word. Because you’re cold, denying me delight, I love you all the more, my mockingbird! You put a gulf between me and the blue Heavens beyond. That’s why I reach for you!
I move in for the kill. I lust for your flesh,
As coffinworms over corpses swarm.
You gorgeous beast, I want you all the more
You crack your whip and treat me like a worm!
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This is the website of Lasha Darkmoon, an anglo-American academic with higher degrees in Classics who lives and works in England. You can read more about Darkmoon here.