I mingle with rasputin in the moments between grasping thighs
I allow myself to peer within the Frankenstein of your skeletons
the Dracula of your love
and the hearts of all your felons
I too live like enigma between the branches and the dirt
and I smile with a ease when you tear off my shirt
and when we rub against each others warmth
as if we have never been hurt
and with your monsters the boundaries
between water and fire I flirt
you would always whisper in my ear
and touch my shoulder lightly
when nobody was watching, but I knew what it meant
I knew what the very movement of your fingers enticed
I knew your love like my favorite book
sitting on my shelf naked, reading its beautiful lines
over and over
and over again.