“I Love You Only At 3 A.M.”

Yuu Ikeda

I love you only at 3 a.m.

Time when I’m merry on madness. Time when night resounds loneliness. Every guilt vanishes. Every hesitation becomes ashes.

I love you only at 3 a.m.

There is no melody to blend with our breath. There is no wind to cool our skin down.

I love you only at 3 a.m.

Vehement night begins. Vulnerable morning comes.

Julia Shiel

I have to ask, when you told me I was fire, fey magic and quickening blood was it only a game of seduction?

You met me in the darkness on the edge of where souls merge, saw me spinning under lurid stars a tribe of one lonely witch.

When you caught my shivering heart it was a fierce and feral thing, hiding in the tangled barrens of love and dark desire.

You fed it, a lean gray cat rubbing against your thigh, gentled it to your touch but you should know you can never return a tamed beast to the wild.