romance

cupid and psyche rest dead
in my hands where you lay
your cheeks, ready to deform yourself
to this desire's brutal decree, love is the kiss
of a black bruise on your breast, a no exit
no escape no remorse rope burn beneath
the romance of leather and a racing heartbeat
with no release,
lust bleeds and passion rapes,
i'll never get the taste of you off my tongue,
i can only spit it back in your face,
don't shake,
don't speak, don't move, and don't run away,
just tear off your scabs and let me in
i'll be the infection your immunities crave

one woman's torture is another's relief