Bodies, pale and barren like snowfall under a soft sun, everywhere you walk is sacred, a delicate world with no daylight and orb weavers on the boardwalk, rivers of thick, syrupy blood iced over, viciously colored red eyes, fiendishly blonde vampires in this colony of bitterly breathing umbrella flora and protected by the extraordinary dream-life of spiders.
Lay back like chalky whore-orchids in a claw-foot bathtub of powdered milk, the gold faucet and pristine water drip, you are exactly what I need, toes curl, world of all beauty, shadows dancing, wake up to hissing, the air is alive and dangerous, scratches on your stomach, an angry preacher on the radio, my silken teeth sink into your head.