For me comes on
The night wind softly
Chill on fevered brow,
Thanos in the dreams
Of my youth so long
Ago seemingly since
I slept so deep.

Last night was two
Bullets to the brain
And I was sunk deep
In panic rising breaths
So shallow and searing
Pain at the skull’s base
But who could be so lost.

When Stevie Ray went
I knew when waking
Soft at peace after visions
Of blood flowing free
In warm water shallow
Leaving his girl waxen
In her broken English
“Is so unfair….”

Thanos’ hand possessive,
Comforting at spines base
As I turned from the grave.
And then…Tiny little O
Flowing from the pink
I mourned the night in
Passions keep and found
My release…Alone.