Each dim dark year, As conquered sphere burns, I quiver from your cold cascading caress. I whimper, "Thank you," My defiant belov'ed; For memories of what once were. Your crystalline tortures, unique and sharp, Cut me as they lash Sanguine tender flesh. Stoking, Stroking Fires within… transfixed ogling I yearn, I beg, I must know… "Will this be your swan song? Our last dance? Whenever will you go?" not yet… please Me, I pray. Yet… My heart hastens: To barter, To plead, To deny, And always never to accept. I need you. stay I miss you. don't go Please. <exhale> (Oh so desperate now!) Please…will you call again?