Esoteric Submission

remnants of a broken soul,

each sliver dangerous , each edge a whisper of recondite pain.

Your hands, careful, deliberate,

trace the cracks with liquid gold,

binding me back together, as your delicate art.

In the dim light, our shadows play,

as the gleam of repair glistens,

intimate, sensual in its precision.

Every fracture tells a story,

a seductive tale of sacrifice,

and the allure of being remade under your touch.

The seams shimmer, golden veins,

a map of our scars, a testament,

not to the damage, but to the exquisite mending.

You see the beauty in my ruins,

and in this darkness, we find something

both haunting and mesmerizing.

In your hands, I am not repaired,

but transformed, each crack

an invitation, each golden line, your promise.