20//Lesbian

Before I recognize intensity in your gaze,

maybe hunger, maybe coy

as your grip entwines with mine

pinning me, over-powering me.

I am claimed by lips and breath and teeth--

and I feel your need to feel me

to see me-- the way your body arches,

the way I shudder, tremble

in response

to raw magnetism-- your beauty, your strength.

Your desire rages ravenous, rushing

across me-- these marks stand as brands,

your entire form white-hot steel

when pressed against my neck,

my collar, my every thought--

burning with your aftermath.

Perhaps I'm just greedy, but I crave you,

I desire you-- you who set my nerves--

my conscious, my passion-- ablaze

I didn’t just barge in on your life.

I knocked.

And you opened the door,

barely enough for me to peer into your world.

Although it was not enough for me to put a foot in the doorway,

I could see the surroundings.

The floor was covered in trash,

old memories of betrayal and lust that you thought was love.

Furniture covered in dust,

window glass shielded in stains.

Your eyebrows raised, as if asking why i had come by.

‘Can I come in? I promise I won’t break anything.’ I asked in hopes that you would give me a chance.

You shook your head, ‘I can’t let you in and trust that you will not harm everything that I have become.’”