It's your Dream
You sold me many times in that very moment and if I wouldn't know about the abuse in your language I'd have stopped, but as I was fully aware in so many innumerable ways we just let it go on and on and on. I'd allow you to shelve me, sell me in pieces and auction the blood that is left behind to dried out donors of every kind. It's love what birds call it in spring with their wonderful songs. 6am sharp.
In that moment
When not completely happy, but serene.