I hang around
your shoulders and kiss.
And by night I hiss.

The moonlight shines
overhead, its divine…
a crow is perched.

I stare into
your nightly gaze for me
to embrace the prick.

Like a razor
blade, it tingles my neck…
the blade strikes.

My neck into yours
in this deathly embrace…
for him we grace.

And tap dance up
The heavenly staircase.