Vengeance

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.