wrenched from the silent reveries that guise my naked past

resisting the forces which gather about me to stoke undying flame

compassionate touches lift me from the pain so broad and vast

when did I know him before, and what was his name?

fevered comes the pitch of night unbridled in his arms

delirium bringing me from the known until the throes of immortal trace

defiled by all the winsome hungers in the feast of his brutal charms

where have I loved him before, when did I last see his face?

solace ever fleeting now to come like fire into wretched flesh

somber comes the whispers the intertwining limbs do weave

beneath his calm veneer is something primal, dangerous

clawing at its cage, barely restrained, a moment's reprieve

demanding, as he leans to place the softest kiss upon sweated brow

what did I give him before, and what would I not give him now?