I feel his breath; I touch his skin.
There's no one here but me.
We move together imatating
synchronicity.
I'm alone and he's alone,
deep inside of me.
How I crave the saccharine taste
of dripping poisoned candy.

Lying in the dying promise
of the cold wet sheets.
Choking on the ashes
of false light and heat.
I'm alone and he's alone,
sleeping next to me.
A cadaver breathes; the hole is filled
with salty poisoned candy.