For a Dream, Guinevere, You Keep Odd Hours

I really like how this poem rubs up against that disturbing thing in each of us that wants (in small, out of control but manageable doses) something raw, forbidden and potentially dangerous, even if it's only in a stupid,"shit, I've screwed myself" kind of way. The "make it hurt" line is pivotal. You've written this in such a way that we are both voyeur and participant and it's a strange sensation. Me like....C