Behind your simple prose and light eyes
A darker ribon ties
A veil
Dropped once at the first act.

Take a bow,
The rose I throw for you has a tooth for you
I watched a drop of scarlet land on your blue shirt
A tiny bullet hole.

The actor within
Schemes, contorts and writhes
Simply,
Surely.
May your roses be as blue.

I quake beneath the unforgiving weight of your stare
Your eyes soft like cracked pavement..
barefoot under the hot sun I walk grasping hold of the invitation
And your hand
I feel my fears expanded in your palms
But still I follow
Red.. my wrists suspended above my head tied tight with ribon and excite
The silence of your gaze requesting my heart to race
Naked I lay now blind to your touch
Your lips press against mine
Poisoned ivy
As they travel down my soulful corpse
The tips of your fingers are ice cold arousing every inch of my interest
Your breath is the only sound that exists as I follow it down an unfamiliar path
Perplexed by the freedom I feel with broken arms and sight less eyes
I gain deliverance bound by your control
Reality pauses as you turn me over
My face against your pillow
The sweet smell of sleepless nights takes shelter in me
A foreign fabric familiar to hair finds its way down my twisted spine
Slowly yet all at once chills course about my body
Brisk is the gust of broken air as it arrives
My skin is met
Whipped by desire
I scream and let out a sigh of peaceful pain
Freeing me from guilt regret n sorrow
Each lash peeling the weight of the world from my shoulders