Because I Love You

A slow, heavy word.
Breathed out like fog turned to stone.
A hard, sharp sword of a laugh.
She did it to turn me on.
Or so she said, but that was a few moons in the past.
Fingertips like marbles, hard against my skin with cold,
weighted reminders of why I'm here.
She wanted to make me moan.
But sometimes I fail.
And you can't always give people what they want,
even when their lips are like tissue paper
and their eyes are black holes.
Or maybe it was all
for the sake of
a word.
A slow, heavy word.
Revolutions and
evolutions and
devolutions in my mind.
She did it to turn me on.