i wore ill-fitted suits
rigid down each vertebrae
dressed for you
because you liked men
less cavalier
more self-involved
you pinned me
to your apartment floor
with patient fingers
and a nimble tongue
that whispered
fuck me
no
fuck was such a
pretty word
you wanted to be
ravished
torn skin from bone
i dressed you in
the loveliest spines
you tore buttons
from my collar
breathily
with teeth
the world caught fire
and your legs
broke under
my pressure
embers were the
freckle on your thigh
stoked
i slid myself into you
with spiny rigidity
taking your
pain for granted
to ease my lack
thereof
i can still feel
red skin
touching mine
in the ice-fire
of our crossed forms
Adding your comment:
wonderfully done masterpiece!
, you said "nay." i had to laugh at that. dusty
