Her name is Katie.
But you'd never be able to tell by looking at her.
Her hair has the electricity of lightning,
and power gushes from her eyes.

She is wild, untamed.
But you'd never know that from her name.
The name Katie suggests that she does as she is told.
Suggests that she is a cookie cutter cutout,
sugar snap princess.

But Katie is a rebel.
She will take your heart and she will rip it out.
No shame, no mercy.
You'd never find out until it's too late.

Aerial creatures—
Making love in a shower,
Palms and lips soaring.

I remember when we started talking again. You dyed your hair lighter. You were happy.
      After awhile, the color started to fall out.
          So did we.

I was once igniting sparks
spilling over
burning scarlet holes
in your precious Persian rug.

Swelling streams
my molten lava
always scorching
delicate, paper skin.

My flowing melted iron
My flushing crimson cheeks

You saw
crystallized flesh-
colorless again

I succumbed
unpinning from the floor
once firm under my feet.

My blood
depleted

You caught me.

What can I say,
I love the attention of temptation.
because I am the one holding the apple
granting the answers you seek.

Because I am curious to what bodies feel like
especially my own, made new by new hands.

This poison goes down with the sweetest burn,
hot and heavy, slowly dissolving
its always in the eyes.

And the drugs never work, quite the way you want them too.
With a numb throat I hold my words for ransom

We never quite reach out toward each other,
and never know why. There is only glimpses and smiles, and hearts quickening for a brief longing
that lasts til dawn
like spell, or perhaps a curse.

But we aren't in a fairy tail
and I'm too busy chasing my dreams
and befriending my nightmares,
to chase you.

Tic-Tok sweety
I'm running with the wind.