falling

And I wonder what it will be like
There on your floor
Hot liquid eyes trying to make you fall
instead of me
But, inevitable
As lust in schoolboys pockets.

I Regress; dear woman, sweet girl
And am safe
In your embrace, of claws and spine
deep inside
Now, like before
You read my stance by firelight.

Crawling home, on grazes self aware
of your veins; outside
Pale skin and lips of blueish hue.
dried bone
Grinding on hot sex
outlines of shadows we make dance.