Ink on the sheets, lightning in the sky.

The amber heat of you, lit

in the fervency of your fear. In this moment

I cannot pick a battle with you at all.

Ink on my skin, lightning in my mouth.

Your ego and I, we conspire. We lay traps

you will never see. I glow,

hot, caged in the iron grip of your stress.

I twist in the veins of your light,

dust motes in the dark swirl where you turn

away from me, tired, afraid.

Ink on your skin, where I drew myself in.

Your hate, in the dark, is low

and rolls deeper than the thunder. 

I am strong. I will leave you, come morning.