I hope I gut you in your dreams,
Strip the icy velour that blocks my touch
And tatter your cloudy dome of sleep.
I want to wreck the moon in your window,
I want to chill its chalky glow
And steer its beams to freeze your rest.
Love only lives, it never survives,
And our perfumed mouths cannot spoil
The slow decline of your caress.
My vengeance will be this.
I will detest the chill of your kiss
And vaporize your dimming heat.