a salacious story to hint
through clues and whispers,
a knowing wink becomes
the code between two.
I’d be the inscrutable thief,
a mark still sizzling upon my skin
that cannot be clothed or explained away.
After all, you cannot trust veins
that are fueled with dark needs.
Every word from there would seem cloaked,
infected with multiple meanings
all ending with the same blade.
At your end it would be
considered an awakening,
the snapping of chains wrapped
around your body and heart.
The articulation of tongues
I may never understand
that test a language’s elasticity
with countless depths to plumb.
Holding full sway over what bodies
can be brought to the brink of.
It would be so easy for you,
this championed exploration,
this fiery spiral towards the unknown.
A mirrored taste plunging you into
the gasps and shivers you were promised
that could glimpse angles inside
no one has ever reached before.
I’d be the pliable bastard,
a mark still smoking upon my skin
that no sweet fragrance can explain away.
After all, you cannot trust chords
plucked by dark needs.
Every reverberation from there
would be a hollow hum,
infected melodies all ending
with the same trigger.
Your song would be called beautiful,
the chorus pulsing when chains fall away
and hands roam your every curious plane.
The articulation of tongues
I may never understand,
but your language is still
the only one to truly
hold sway over me.
You were my only brink,
the one mirrored fire
I could get close enough to.
That is exactly why
it would never be easy for me.
