if you watch closely;
cautiously,
it all simmers deep into
the knife
& the chalice
you can only compel
the limbs that still long
to be held
without consequence
of malice

& oh, how it still simmers
in you, baby.

we lay our weapons
down as our
kisses melt to frowns
to wonder if we just might
need them, maybe

can we control that path?
can we trim up all
the edges
to avoid the ****** bath?

you plot your grave
far from my skin
& my armor is too small
for a heart so
flushed with sin

when will we raise the
shield again?
for yet, my love...


I cannot let you
win.