The night is not for innocence. It never was.
And it will call itself peace .
Hush now, you with the starched collar and the folded hands. Let the pretense of daylight slip from your shoulders like a cheap gown. You think a lullaby is meant to soothe? No. A lullaby is the first seduction—the slow, rhythmic pull of consciousness into the velvet jaws of surrender. lewd lullaby