Should I trust
those hands folded around mine
or should I assume
they're secretly folded around
my neck
and every word that spills
off your lips
like rose pedals
are poisoned

Or do you mean it?
While you're wrapped up in the sheets
of this bed
I'm wrapped up in the web
of your head
when you say all eight letters
such perfection

So I am afraid.

May I ask
Is it all real?