trust.
I don’t trust them. All of them.
Curves, edges and silhouettes
that haunt me.
They make themselves known to you
When my eyes are shut and ears are covered.
I’ve dreamt with those shadows.
The ones that spill a sweet
murmur down past your navel
and too what I wish was
possessing me.
On how you possess me.
How they want it.
I don’t trust the curves of
their finger on your wrist, the
egde on which they lean over
or the silhouette of a smile
that lingers on their lip.
The boil that rumbles in my
ivory cage, just wants to spill
all it’s light and fire to
extinguish them. Eliminate the
shadows of doubt that linger
now.