When all it takes is a warm whisper,
Trailing fingers along your curved edges
To break the dam within you,
I know your mine.

When you’re eager,
On your knees looking up to your god
Tongue out to receive communion
So well behaved, a sinner angel
I know you’re mine.

Beg me to break
So I can pick up the pieces
Remold you like clay,
Toys in our games—
You like to play
You Beg me to break.
I’ll pick up the pieces.

“You are mine.”