Enthralled !

I'm laying. Laying on a sword that cut the head off of your memory.
And I'm touching the blood and wiping it on my face and on my chest.
Because I want the head back..
To kiss your lips in quiet quiet darkness under a clicking ceiling fan.
Knowing that breakfast is in 6 hours.
My proudest time of the day, looking at you, feeding you.
Listening to you chew.
Enthralled

{ it's been a long time...but i think I'm back... I think }