I lay awake perspiring breathless dreams
smoke and noise drip out of every pore
my night mistress hums tunes of sleepless nothings
her heart is cold tiles
her hair is the ceiling fan
wafting more perfume than its worth
her mouth is my bedroom door
allowing secrets to slip by unannounced
hours pass and drift on by
until I hear her once more
my night mistress yells like she knows something new
get on your knees
and pray to me please
I have the only answer
to your ugly disease
in that moment I take comfort
under the shadow of my last closing eyelash
