you twist each limb with every click
of your tongue, canines grinding
together as i count each tired breath.
this is where we’ll stay. i lift my head
at the witch’s hour and form a
cathedral above you, in my head i’ve
cast myself as god.
stay now, stay beneath my hand.
there is safety here, even under the
sins etched into each thread of the
blanket you sleep with.
i will burn for you.
you’ll wake up and find holes
in my hands.