Crazy Girlfriend

A.W. Lion-Cleaver

I want you to spread your magic touch

across my shoulders

and transfer your black energy into me

and touch my internal black

I want you to light me into flames and

drench my tongue with your hurricane

and breathe your hell down my neck

I want you to falter at my rhythm and

go down on your knees at my beat

and feel me like I wish I felt you

 

I want your dreams to be my dreams and

I want your thoughts to be my thoughts and

I want you to recognize me

and watch me

and know me

and love me

touch me

fuck me

need me

 

I thought maybe we could go to hell together.