Your arteries seem clogged with the debris of dreams,
The ghosts of your loves are edged into your skin.
I watch your eyes on me; deserted islands sunk into a milky sea,
And I set myself on fire for you …
Flames sputtering, dependably, icy into your veins,
Like an epiphanic drug swimming in your stead.
I convert you to me …
Making you an addict to my dreams.