Vanja's Night

Ravenous the night comes on the city
a silvery moon is hiding in fear
while Vanja opens her eyes and rises.

Slings of pleasure and floating memories
I suffer, though I am loved and cared
while Vanja smirks and hits again.

Pouring rain and rock notes are ringing
slowly salvaging my soul from slumber
while Vanja walks and lits another candle.

Candlelight dreams are far from fading
by the cruel morning where I can see no more
while Vanja is asleep, her lips aflame and daunting.

By Federico