A stranger comes
The footsteps marking his arrival echo
Explosions in my unconcious

(Who is this man? Is he mine own?)

I do not know his scent
Nor his eyes, like shards of stained glass
Glittering in the half-light
Of this wasted night

His voice I cannot place
His words are new
Intangible...

And yet they are mine
Full of sweet venom that breaks the marrow in my bones
A whisper of breath
Becomes my release

No, his voice I cannot recognize
But the slide of his hand upon mine
And his body beneath me
His flesh and blood
All as intimate as lovers

My thoughts drift
And my words come easy
To this strange lover

My breath becomes a sigh
As the shard he broke within me
Pierces my heart

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 370 AF.