Silk

	These strands of silk Were spun, Especially for you… And your meticulous, Eight legged host Will tuck you in tight, Before putting you to sleep: Come hither, come hither… -Jason		They tied between us a silken knot before we circled the holy fire seven times and became tied for life. Then we watched the years go by and the knot remained, tightly tied. Mine rose to my throat. Yours to the stomach. We could have undone. We could have pulled it apart. But we’d gotten a little too used To the silken part. -Nikita

Crescent

	The look on your face, devouring satisfaction or something else, what could I give you- and never have myself? Like that bar of chocolate with the missing bite. that you took out of me. -Jason		You’re seeing only a sliver forlorn and lonely in the night sky. The moon is still whole. It just doesn’t know it yet. -Nikita