
Run your studded fingernails over my
entire body, score me, paint the room
all the colors of me bleeding, let me
die in your bed, let me feel
your feet walk on my back, dropping
opal colored wax in blobs to cool and
redden my flesh, bid me your every
nib like teeth longing, sharply tear me
open let me lie on your floor, white line
transiting around my body where you
had me then slew me with your
easy movement, crazed by a
rose's thorn gouging you when your
evening gown catches as you enter.
In swift steps, you plan your escape on
cobble stones for the right effect, your body
ornately stained with my last wish for
making you mine so I may never live
even one moment alive with another.
OM





