This House

Here in this house
pleasure is pain.
There's time enough without,
but time's absent within -
and everyone's insane.

I will walk with you into the dark places.
Softly shivering with the potence of my breath.
I will softly collapse by inches in your embraces.

I will fly from you into the deep places.
Roll my eyes back in my head and dive within myself.
I will be dredged from seafloor by your faces.

I will strike at you from the hot places.
Ox-strong and bull-headed I will curse.
I will clutch at you from the cold places.
In my frost-weak grasp you will know worse.

Here in this house
pleasure is pain.
There's time enough without,
and time enough within -
the house that time began.