Majesty

the shadow on his face like

a comfortable parasite,

gulping to grey fatness.

his skin, pale as the surface

wilts lonely, desperate for

the fondle of dawn.

the future hangs overhead

and feeds the creature.

he knows, her breath is moist

with sweetness, able to

slaughter the shade, able to

beckon the warmth again.

her majesty brightens the

phantoms he projects and

he tastes the moment with her,

gentle licks of salvation.