Let me in.

Yes, you. I know you're listening, listen to yourself. Do you miss me?

Of course I'm here, always here, ever inside. Where did you think I would go? Too convenient, lock me away, slide me under, hide me under the weight of you. Damn slick hot tight inside of you, I enter in, secluded secrets, and I want you. I think you should want me. Nothing you can say I cannot hear, no ragged gasp on the edge of your release that I do not learn for my own. It builds within you, I can feed your flames with a whispering moan, and all your heat is mine. Fine taut lines of muscle and the sweet glisten of your sweat, go fuck yourself and let me watch you breathe.

She wants you.

She wants to have your children, she wants to wear your ring and live her short little life for you. Tiny hands, fragile little fingers, how can she hold you? Is she what you want, small man? Hold your ear up to her heart and you can hear a sound like the sea. Hollow and curved, delicious with salt and the echoes of promises. She says she's been waiting lifetimes for you. Maybe she'll make you happy.

Maybe she'll try.

I'm listening to your heartbeat; I'm waiting inside.

Does she know about me?

I know she scares you.

Do I scare you? The angels, the one-winged angels, the communion of the man and the woman and the angle between, I am watching when you enter her. The space, the empty unbridgeable space between you, no matter how close you come, how hard how urgent melting oh God kyrie kyrie eleison together--

I am that space between, let me in, let me advent right between the two of you, giving godhead right between your shaking thighs--

Let me come.

Let me ride you like I ride your gear, cradling cockpit warmth surround you, hold you up, go sweetly down. Speak your skin and taste your name, sing a song of seduction. Destruction, and no one knows so well as I do the line you walk, the pulsebeat thunder chaos of your thoughts.

What will you do when the world is on one knee before you, gear-head bowed in fealty to your holy war? Bared fangs glint silver in the moonlight, they will remember you. I have killed and I will kill again, and our hands are warm and alive with the stillbeating hearts of a thousand slain.

Try to forget me, I dare you to leave your pasts behind you and unmemorize my hands, your hands, the burning touch of flesh on longing need, hair spilled hot down shuddering shoulderblades. Teach me somewhere else to go, pretend there is another I could yearn for-- want-- use-- and drink dry, blood milk succor to my thirsty soul.

I will always be here with you, devotion true.

Let me go.