Anticipation

December 27, 2013

 

Eyes closed
waiting for you.
You take your time
knowing how intense
it feels when you tease.

I can’t move,
the softest of shackles
hold me, yet I cannot
but help
struggling
just a little.

I hear you move
the last of your clothing
shed,
and something else;
a chuckle
that sends a shiver
through me.

A match strike,
the sulphurous scent
mingles with the candle’s
flavor.

I hear a drip of water
and wonder what it will be:
Wax?
Ice?
Oil?
Feathers?

I can hardly wait.

Dangle

October 29, 2012

Dangle

Let me hang
on your every word
your breath,
your gaze.

Let me droop
in these chains
in this life
in this dreadful
boring life.

Until you tie me up
tie me down
let me dangle
aquiver with
anticipation of
every
breath
every
blow
every
precious
speck
of pain.

And that is when
I live.