3 years ago. May 19, 2021 at 10:16 AM
My voyeur
lured here by the promise of exhibition.
a pretty turn of phrase, touches.
You smile.
Words fall like gentle snow,
some disappear into the darkness.
Others land like whispers,
kissing the hidden parts you ache to expose.
Melting from the heat in your flesh.
Some stay.
Others carry your masks away.
Let them.
Feel them like a lovers breath.
Let my sentences taste,
gently force you to your knees,
insinuate.
bind you with burnt promise.
Chain you to my page.
Surrender to my paper chains.
Splayed and exposed, bound to me
with wet iron.
Let my words enter you
mark you
change you.
claim you.
and never quite release you.
