Euterpe

Rays of moonlight pull me from my dreams, where his voice sings lullabies through the labyrinth of my mind. My feet are guided by my heart toward the embracing shadows; into the arms of my dark Angel. Ribbons are the chains that bind my hands, crimson as the blood within my veins.. the blood that sings in unison with him.. A perfect harmony of wordless love.

And I give myself to him, the master of my soul. The composer of my heart's every beat and my lungs each breath. My body- his instrument with which he expresses his love- moves to his control. As cold fingers play with the strings of my heart, delicately tracing the length of my spine, I sing as he wills me..

He fills me from my fingertips to my toes, engraving his music deep within my skin until all I am is his.. of his creation.. of his desire. And I.. shall always be his love.. his muse.. his reason.

He and I are one