3am Poetry

         I bit my lip,
keeping myself locked away
as your curved fingers
taptaptaped away at my
          abdomen.

[ permanently engraving
  love stories on my skin
  as if my body were your
  personal typewriter.       ]

Only the clench and slight
q u i v e r  gave me away.

[ Your mouth was wild
  tasting of dark secrets
  and 3am poetry.          ]

"It's your eyes
       that give you away."