Your hand glances cheek and I am downturned
shut up silent but for the breath
the beat and the flutter of your eyes REM
state of being incommunicado
why are you here?
fingers thread hair like ribbon
red flowing to tie hands in indecisive knots before you
kiss me to prove your point;you own me.
Only because I let you.
My digits dance on your skin
over subtle curve of backhip and trapezeus to artfully
dodge the fall.
No safetynet here to sudden stop
that funny fluttered feelingof JUMP catastrophe
ensuing as your tongueslides against pink lips
pink heartvalentine torn burned shredded
push you away because
you do not love me you love you
and the way you feel when
my smile tells you I am
ready for the taste of my own
apathy.
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