Will

Will you
Will you take me in your grasp
Your hands calloused from time, worn down without my softness to soothe them.
Take me in to you, so that I smell your fear and hope and need in the chemical notes on your skin
So that I hear the rhythm of your heart and know the details of your beat. Invisible confessions spoken below muscle and bone.
Will you speak my name
Will you murmur it into my hair, breathing delicate notes onto my perfumed neck
Will you taste my skin
Detecting the salt from my sweat. Feel my current, electrical charges running through my flesh to the tip of your tongue.
Will you encircle the hidden places on this canvas of body, claiming them with your mouth. Turning out my scarlet insides with the touch of your fingers.
Will you take me? In completeness, caressing time driven scars. The wounds of years lived, exposed for you to examine. Taste the fear, joy, melancholy, heartbreak. Memories encapsulated in faded white markings.
Allow me to surrender myself to your innermost darkness. My salvation held in your gaze.
Will you love me. Fuck me. Break me down. Reconstruct me with the shattered pieces of my unworthy soul.
Will you