Visitor at 2am

Salty sealskin cheeks wander into my room.
Your silken skin is now snailish.
Dripping sand, your bloodless dimples are fearful:
Your presence eclipses your lunar image.
Curse the eels, that smiling gash
Can be healed by my sister kiss.
Your violet lips and violent teeth tempt.
My storm-hued sweet, hold my hand.
As cold as kindness, you get to the point.