August 27, 2022

unstitched

I've lost myself in every stitch of yours,
Your blackened eyes and painless expression leave me hungry for more.
Build a monument brick by brick, one kiss at a time,
my fists like hammers to break you apart,
my embrace to mold you into what I want.

You to be and I to have,
you to have and I to give,
you to give and I to take;

restlessly bound to each other by invisible thread
glinting in the gentle light	of the morning.