Love

Sometimes,

Staring down the dark abyss,

I want you to hold my hand,

And fall with me as I am getting sucked in.

Sometimes,

It is not love,

Nor is it self-preservation,

But a mere manifestation of my naked desire-

The desire to mate us in an unknown,

Filling that darkness with orgasmic fear,

Discovering the most hideous

That makes me

And unmakes you.

Come dear,

It is time for another love.