SONNET FOR THE COMING

He will soon come my ghostly keeper,
And teach me the ways of the dead.
I'll give my last drops to his seedy needs,
And drink too from the vial of his dread.

Bonded and baited and fully satiated,
We'll lie tranquilly fleshed in our heat.
Seduced and surrendered every ounce of us rendered, to the angel that sleeps at our feet.

Soon come my dark lover,
soon come to my door,
Or slip through my window I pray,
Tan me and tame me,
Come now rearrange me,
My passion's long waited its fate!

Till late in the night, we fly he and I.
He and I then forever to fly.