come to me
and i will thrill you


she runs her hand through my hair, back and forth,
after the second time

turn to me
I am a power for your surrender

she moans with love

around four am she sighs and says
you're exasperating

i bind her in my arms
and i am hard

come to me
and i will leave you

she screws her eyes up as i step outside
you don't have to leave

she moans with love
and drips on to the concrete

and out, into the gutter
where i tap my ash

the early morning sun too bright
the movements too routine for shame