Love?

Thrusting your knife beneath my nails, you travel through the blood gushing from my fingers.

My arms are pinned as you rest.  

Just underneath my ribs and above my stomach you enter and melt inside me.

I am consumed with ecstasy.

You shove nails into my hands and feet; my flesh splits and the bones splinter.

Attached to the nails, is thread.

The strands are held by you, my puppeteer.

Long golden extensions coming from my body move on your accord.

You command my movements from now on.

I am caged under the sea of your form. Your weight is lifted.

Let’s start again.