Caught in a doomsday fantasy
as fear grabs me a little tighter
a sweet twinge of pleasure
turns death into a doting sweetheart.
Prayers suck the air of my lungs,
all hopes shake and wither,
infected lover awaits at the door
as I gasp and choke in my home.
I cover my ears from his seductive song,
Wrap a stole around my aching mouth,
my skin twitches for his feathery touch
but I won’t let him in for whole two months.
I may collapse for I doubt my knees’ strength
but I have to rehearse my resolve.
If he is still there when this madness becomes a norm
I might let his antennae suck my nipples.