Gathering between my shoulder blades, a drop of lingering excitement.
On your back or on your knees, look at me like a great frightening thing.
Wrap my blonde around arteries. Breathe. Now stop. Hold it in,
Blow into my mouth, and it's gone.
I'm tied in the deluge of needless, forgotten kinks,
Iron out the bedboard-creak. In the back of your throat,
Hear my stockings rip. Behind the looking glass,
Spinning like I'm out of reach.
Your tongue to my belly-button,
Bury my fears in the crook of bent knees. Whisper-beg
In a voice that breaks open the heavens. Come-down, and re-live.
Your great, growing proximity, the press of you.
Don your civilized best coat, against familiar, insular disgust.
Can't be let see, the womb-sinking of walking up your staircase.
Marooned here don't mean I ever really tried to leave.
Tell secrets, I like being this story you tell yourself,
When you're alone and can't sleep. You make of me a line,
Sniff up the inseam of my thigh. What does your version of I remind of?
My belly, this carnival of smoldering ashes. My nipples like diamonds,
Tucked inside familiar mouths. Power in throwing back my head,
Generous, belligerent opening, trust you to bring me to the edge,
Then drop.
I give you sometimes scraps of me. Grateful, lick my palm,
Then close your jaw around my outermost knuckle to remind me who's what.
Inside the room, I'm forever taking off my clothes, waiting 'till you come back.
Sometimes, I let Spotify play at random, then have to scramble for wherever the fuck the phone is to save an unsuspecting gem. Like this one.
Thanks, 
