as she sleeps in my bed
not using any pillows
her warmth in my arms
and a blanket i kept when i was a child
kiss her good night
her smell lingers
trying to capture it
like a polaroid in my brain
the smell of her skin
the slow exhales
i felt her heart
my anthem
blood running
i feel her skin
soft, delicate
pondering thoughts
as she sleeps
the devil calls,
no good meal equates raw
lord forgive me,
i whimpered
the warmth
i felt
was red