she can be his slave or his mistress but never his companion
Hello, the bed is never for myself alone I share it with Hegel, Comte and Wollonstone (Mmmm, problematic you see.) And among others, so there is hardly any space to turn, but it keeps me occupied in my head (that is why I am never alone in my bed.)
Then one day I fell asleep in/on S.Masoch and Deleuze, and had an assortment of dreams. I closed my eyes and Love was black, an all-consuming not-passion but with all the potentialities in the world. (And strangely, with) Ermine furs and a standard cossack. Quaint as a cup of Earl Grey and a scone (almond).
But I need longer days, and even longer nights
"Obsession is unhealthy!" So they say.
NB. You are my problematic, the space between my sentences