When you shiver
and it’s not my touch
When you hunger
And it’s not for me
When it’s late
And you are not curled
Around me, warm and safe,
Call to me,
There is nothing in the dark
fiercer than I
Gentle as i am, you raise
Up the beast in me
And i will bring you meat
I killed
to a fire
I built
Where the only thing which will
hurt you is me
And even then
You would come to me
on your knees and
Ask
For it.
Instruct you in my image
Tell you stories as you
Drift off to sleep
To this story I tell,
Soft as my kisses
Strong as my fingers
Pulling your hair
MB Blissett 