You know I’m not like the others,
sweet child of the night.
You who tastes of sex,
there and there and there.
As you whisper into my ear
I understand nothing of what you say
but how my senses react,
my soul spine too.
And sitting here with you by my side
listening to rainfall in the night,
my mind reacts wildly
as if each falling drop is your life blood
flowing from an open wound
I have not yet cut into your wrist.