wanton lake

what i learn from restriction  
the tight wind of your will  
and its tethers  
wrapped so that only arm and pen are free  
 
is that time is a stew  
and your leather spiked spice  
will bring my ink to weep  
before you  
for you  
and drip sweet pheromones in your ear  
via those peering eyes  
stood high on heels  
 
letter by letter  
word by word  
i author a skyscraper of need  
building my own fortress  
of recursive desires  
no chalkboard could reveal  
 
let me gaze upon you  
drink your luminescent eros  
from your wanton lake  
lock me in your dark closet  
sliding pleas beneath the door  
that crumple as you trample them  
heading for the door