imagined desires

Updated: Oct 25

While you beg for answers, I hide the script.

dance with me

Rain on fevered skin; the trees will not be offended by your brute forces and my cries of mercy.

Memories are bruises left by lust and fire. There is something old there, something undone, unravelled.

These forces leave nothing to the imagination.

I want your commandments dealt with precision.

I crave these intimate moments, mutual understandings,

cared for and used with gratitude.

Your mirror shines with brilliance,

I seek you out,

paint you

write you,

carve, taste, and tease you.

This is a novelty, I know.

Muses are rare, let me write the desire and the stories

this vivid mind creates.

Grant me the afterglow of each moment,

and relish each tomorrow.

While you beg for answers,

I burn the script,

Rain on my skin, slow poison drip.

You said mercy, I heard sin.T

he night let every secret in.

Dance with me, in the afterglow,

Where the thunder hums and the dark things grow.

Every bruise a love I’ll never show,

Dance with me, in the afterglow.

Your mirror shines like a prayer half-spoken,

Our commandments carved, our vows all broken.

I paint you soft, I write you wild.

My ruin, my muse, my fevered child.

Dance with me, in the afterglow,

Where the thunder hums and the dark things grow.

Every bruise a love I’ll never show.

Dance with me, in the afterglow.

Let the fire fade, let the shadows know,

I’ll love you quiet, and let you go.

Dance with me, just once,

In the afterglow.

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