The sublime touch
of a hideous creature.
The anticipation, not knowing, will i be caught out?

I love this immortal beast
his barbaric ways aside
with me, he is real.

He changes so,
with each day that passes
becoming what is eating away inside.

His enchanting touch is what i miss,
what i crave,
what i now grieve for.

The tears that follow in his absence
run down my face.

Unknown to me,
this creature watches me.

The tears on his face mirror mine.

He doesn't know how to stop the change
it is happening so fast.
But the one thing that remains uneaten by the bitterness,
is his heart
and it will do anything it can to try.