Wednesday, December 7, 2016

What I want from you


Be tender with your words
Slip them between my thighs...
hold them there.

Breathe me in,
smell the morning rawness,
the garlic fear
the sweet berries and acrid arsenic.

Be sensual like the feline night
and friendly like a dog after a day of work.
Take care of the scars and
the bulging muscles
(they are one in the same).

I'll show parts no one should ever see
I'll roar and I'll howl
trying to shatter the dome above
to set us momentarily free.