Fragment 20

sleep comes to me like a virgin w***e 
teasing with whispers of honeymoon delights 
drawing me down with promises of soft curves 
wrapping me in the muskiness of dewy mounds 

then dashing out of reach it hides 
locking itself in the bathroom for the night 
praying for annulment; opened veins in the bath 
leaving me undressed in nightmared darkness