From the other side

What do you think he’d want from you in your black leather and lace? If he only undressed you enough to see the parts of you I knew then you’d really have him, sweets.

[I hear your voice so much sometimes]


Whatever You Want

“Who are you?” he asks,

“What should I call you?” he continues

and I’m still not listening because I don’t care about what he has to say, and suddenly my red lips

are on his right earlobe as I whisper, an octave lower than usual, pronouncing each word slowly, my tongue dancing in my mouth: “You can call me whatever you want.”

My fingers, nails painted forest green and peeking from long black gloves, reach for the buttons of his shirt and I no longer give a fuck

about the rest of the world-

All I want is the weight of his body on mine, to give this whip a try,

so I can forget this day,

forget your death

and feel alive, even if for a little while.

Between The Lines

Like leather and lace,

the light within the flame,

hard and soft, to be held and not just hold

plastic wings and dusty feet

Babe, I like to be messy-haired and keep my feet bare,

To see your face and read your eyes

The words coming through your lips may lie, but you’re kidding yourself if you don’t think I can read between the lines

Yea I’m a lover, but I’ll fight for love

I’ll fight for you, with you, leave on you my marks, call you my lover until there’s nothing in between us but whatever air is left in our exhausted bodies, bare, glistening because we did it right

Listen here, read these lips because I’ll only say it once:

I want you more than I want the sun on a summer day

I want to forget my name

To fall again,

maybe for you.

Do you know what to call me yet?