Kiss me like gunpowder
And hold me like a trigger,
you pull regret from
My tongue and smooth defiance
Down my spine.

I wish to be the
Very thing that you crave
To pierce your chest, to be
The strength of will
You need to fight your sleep.

To be the warmth
Of friction after you ask
God for his forgiveness..
To be weapon and woman

When
did love
Become
A means
Of
Perfect torture?

it shouldn't be,
but love is all about
toleration.

I've cried often
and tasted the salt and sadness.
But that was before.
It would only take the once when
I kissed the rain from his lips
and that
would be all that ever mattered.

I watch
As the sun wakes
The Sky.
And I ache
To hold you, as your
Eyes welcome the light.