delirium

yearning, yearning, yearning

running my hands through the folds of Delirium.

i'm not one for wearing my Heart on my sleeve

i'd much rather wrap it with pearls

around my neck

laid amongst the sheets

and told my Silence is beautiful

as if i have Never been more than a patterned bedspread

trimmed with lace and - Compliance -

so when i pull back my skin

and find you in hiding

I Will - pin you to my headboard

and leave no further trace.