The moment you first kissed me a piece of your soul chipped off against my lips.
Nothing to do but hold it precious until you asked for it back. Every brush
your lips made over my body secretly loved it.
The pain you caused crawled over the
couch, wrapping fingers in my curls,
sliding its knee between my thighs.
I yearned for that dig and stab
like dry ice embedded
becoming my mosaic stained glass
withering windows of a burned church.
Crush me with your erratic edge
I flow over you like water,
calming the heat before
it eats you dead.
Play with snowy keys
watching the flames
dance behind your eyes.
Who we wanted
the other
to be never
matched up.
I needed to
become.
You wanted
to
cease.