For a Dream, Guinevere, You Keep Odd Hours

As the door opened my heart dropped.
"No-" I said, and moved to arrest your advance,
As a matter of course I surrender one more night.

"This'll be our little secret."
With these words, tighten the shackles:
We both know they're a lie.

"I want you."
Clever girl-
Greater gods have fallen for lesser women;
A vice versa in its cruelest sense,
Yet still I am your god,
Even if for this lone hour.

Surreal as those moments were,
You within the vacuum that once held substance;
You are but another sustenance
for the moment.

"We can't."
-And whose words were those?
Such radiant optimism truly is guilty pleasure-

"Make it hurt."
A fair trade for now.

2:47 and I begin to wonder-
The scratch rash on my shoulders and
the sweat stains in the sheets
are my only reminders.
Outside a strange fiction,
The veils we wear.
But to tear them off,


There is no love here.

"Make it hurt."

And, perhaps, it will.