"
   usually, his body is like a furnace,
                                                        his eyes radiant,
  a tamed fury sparking beneath the surface and threatening to emerge in throes of broken passion.
  
  usually, his skin burns the tips of my fingers, curls my toes,
                                                                                               my scourge,
                                                                                                                  my terror,
                                                                                                                                 my ruin.

today he's cold. freezing. his fever is subdued and his nails dig into me like gravestones hammered into the crown of a coffin. today, he's turbulent, mouth raw and filthy.
                    
                       TWO OF THE MOST VICOUS STARS IN ALL THE HEAVENS HAVING 
                       SOME BUSINESS DO ENTREAT HIS EYES, TO TWINKLE IN THEIR
                       SPHERES 'TIL THEY RETURN.

                          l o v e  s h o u l d  n o t  b e  a s  b r u t a l  a s  t h i s  f e e l s. . . 
                                                                                                                                   "