dark and brooding;
you menace, you.
gaunt and godly,
your dark eyes, like bits of night sky,
scan over my skin,
my imperfect features.
I want to examine you through telescopes
like constellations.
I want to plant red poppies along your spine,
your collarbones.
I want to unravel your tangles,
illuminate your insides.
I want you,
under a microscope,
early in the morning,
on a silver platter,
you.