Please.
Avert thy gaze
lest you want me
to place my eyes
upon your very soul
undressing you down
to the sparks
in your bones
Stripped bare,
your cells will unravel,
the very tectonic plates
of your being
shifting and tripping
under
the ripe dew of my lashes
Please, do not spread your
silken milky way
of treasures,
all of your precious jewels
exposed to the light
of the darkest night
in mysterious pleasures
For they will reflect
in the blues of my retinas
You will be speechless
for the lack of need
for words
I will only handle them
with utmost care
unless, of course
you want it rough
and flung out into the ether
dashed upon rocks of our
liquid beings
in the mewing
writhing wild
of the dark hours
And I
will take the delicacy
of your petalsilk
and thrust it into
planes of healing
It might hurt,
just by pure release of pain
but I will rock you
after your skin has
sloughed off
to reveal earthen wombs
and clits and scars
that are only made of the
fibers of our stars
I will rock your
tender vibrations
until your very soul
quakes and crumbles
trembling into the bright
the exposure of darkness
mixed together with light
So let me
gather you up
into the fragile sinews
of my very layers
of flesh
of heartstrings
of broken
and holy
incantations
let me pull you to me
in a whirlwind
of sacred and
blushing
spells
that roll, like
silent thunder
into the potency
of night