Scraps of Paper Morph Through Time...

Joking we walk
nature laughing with us
concealing our motives
keeping us whole.

I run
you follow
always follow
like the lost puppy you are
abandoned
abused
longing for shelter
a home I can't provide.


I flit
as a butterfly
over the grassy hills
through mossy ancient trees
tomes to ages past

You crush my wings
pin me
to rough bark
the marks on my back
will remain
a reminder
of my sin.


Blue blinds my eyes
lost in the space
between here
and the horizon.


Your breath
rushed and heated
pounds against my neck.

The teeth bear no pain
as I sacrifice my happiness
for this reality.


My eyes
open and wanting
beg for mercy
from this end
and you comply
willingly.

Red on red
as lips and teeth and tongue
intertwine
to form a
more perfect union
lush and liquid
the craving of ours
satiated.


I ask you to hurt me
to break me
you won't do it.
You won't comply.
Instead you merely kiss
the tip of my shoulder
and save me
for another day.