do you want to?
are you sure?
we don’t have to
no, I want to
Your words tasted of metal,
still coated in the sticky birth
of a mouth taught to please.
You lay flat on your back
seeking tunnels in your mind,
a corner to slip around
with the flourish of a cape,
and left me to make love to a hot-blooded corpse.
I played the prince,
recognized love from a picture in a book,
a likeness ancient and fragmented
seen through stained glass.
I combed your body for its image,
shaking love in its hundred-year sleep,
turned bend after bend following whispered sighs
and found emptiness that echoed in the space
I’d hollowed out for you within me.
It was a game of hide and seek
I wasn’t supposed to win.
You saw my hunger
and served yourself up,
skin crackling from the flames,
clutched the apple between your teeth.
And while you prayed that was enough,
you unzipped yourself from flesh
too often made for meat,
and locked yourself back in the tower,
threw away the key I didn’t know I was searching for.
And after yet another futile hunt,
I ached to scale the walls again,
because princes find love in red lips
and open corsets,
and princesses haven’t
been taught to teach.