You see her And your fingers weep She pricks The extremities Tips of them Soft pads Plush nailbeds Silicon encased in velvet They curl and tremble. You want to put them to use Finger-paint something exquisite Something new Like you and her. Your life gathers within Exults and pleads for a way out You want to write and storm a song Perform it to a multitude so it means something You want to sketch the portrait of your love's likeness In charcoal and blood So she, your love, can see how exquisite and dangerous and alive she is To you You want to imprint the world with your desire Your palm Threads and traces of who you will be Dead spiders never left behind Such a potent craft or pattern As your destiny imprinted Etched and carved Through the hollow of your palm Which is the part of you that touches her first The blood beating crazed at your wrist as you Summon the courage to give her the bounty of your potential, All that gathered love That is going to shock the wind out of her beautiful lungs. The blood beats even harder when She says no No, you think, don't look at me like that Don't sour and soil this I am not-- You do not Know And the blood beats wild when You push The hollow Marked Liar Lines that live In the hollows of your palms Into the sweet bones at her throat Find that pitiful pleading Vulnerability where her life screams and rages No The blood, yours, runs empty from loss When you push yourself into her other hollows Violations Yours too, not just hers You imagine love You imagine her pleasure As you invade-- It cannot be real now Everything Forsaken In that moment she saw A monster in your eyes You were not All you wanted Was to see her joy As you imagined And gave Already In your mind before this happened In you mind she arched up And smiled when she saw your clean need To love her And how-- And how-- And how-- But she instead Saw some kind of monster She said no And you had to show her What she could be in your capable hands But instead you show both of you A monster You cry into her hair after Say sorrysorrysorry Cry into your hands when her hair is soaked She is a shivering pale fire An entirely separate thing That refuses to light you up Burn you clean Incinerate blame.