Perplexed by the paralysis
of my tongue,
I want him pinned down,
tied,
and bound
I can’t wait to stroke it,
fondle his fear,
tap stilettos beside
his ear
Dear Darkness,
I want him. And
I’ll try not to break him
while he hovers
between
ecstasy and existence
And when I Iet him come
back to reality
he’ll see me lick the
remnants of a furious
harvest from my hand