You're so terrifying and sweet.
Baby knuckles and
fingers.

I wonder what I have to tear open
to get to your pearl.
You are a treasure chest
and I haven't even found the X.

I want to know what's under your dress.
I want to feel what's inside of your chest.

I would deprive you of oxygen
so you learn to breathe through my words.


You're some kind of angel.

I'm going coax you
into writhing

for me.