wytchcroft | terrifying me

this is for bttrflyscar, thanks for the prompt!
this is maybe the first piece in a loose and irregular series.

I lie

On the bed

(Your bed – my bed

Is your bed)

Like a machine made of broken parts

Slammed doors and telephones,

Twisted wire, connecting cables

My wrecked keyboard is still

Touch sensitive

I lie

Waiting for life

For the spark

For you

The murmur of your voice

Filling me

Not with words – no, deeper and more subtle

And beautifully simple

The truth of you fills the lie of me -

Your breath, your ragged breath

It is the air in my lungs

The catch in my throat

The white in my knuckles

The tears in my eyes

Opened only by you

The wild electrical you

Transmuting me

I am become

The golden automaton

A dutiful creation

I lie

In the pentagram of your device

Ready now to dance into life

And out to the world

With graceful limbs

A human face

And a secret

The skull beneath the skin

Is gold.