New Relationship

I already don't like you even as I cling to your warmth and allow you to caress me tenderly. Moaning, any lustful union is a sort of death - No life will come of death No future will be found in death We were finished before we met Concluded before we began Cursed before we could be blessed Dead before love could be created. I feel peaceful and warm, ensconced in your gentle demeanor, you who are so willing and eager to love and be loved. I am an artist and an actor and a fake and a cheat. Alone in my tyranny Separated by my black heart Unable to give you what you want I extend and kiss you and sigh.