TheCourtRose

They tell you to say “when” when you've had enough Place your hand over the tumbler and shake your head no It's the universal sign that you are full Satiated Done I wasn't done before you left Body has yet to find its reaches though yours seemed to snap and crackle enough Loosen the ropes you bind yourself with (For your safety or mine?) until you can no longer say with any certainty that you are holding back There are edges to climb and cliffs to fall over Places for your hands and tongue to linger The way your voice lingers- half-asleep, half-country gravel The voice that ground my kneecaps to dust Having me beg before I knew your name Should have come with a warning label "Beware the Falling Rocks" I fear my body may never have a "when" for you but my heart will My heart will screech to a halt right at the edge of oblivion The heart already speeding up and skipping beats Pouring cups of caramel tea (the disloyal hussy) th

Took me a lot longer than I will ever admit to drive away Kept hoping you would turn around Cried harder, too, than I will ever tell when you did not You have bookends ready to hold up the novels between us Each story reiterating how much we hate each other in the end- how everything falls part I do not have the stomach to pretend otherwise We both know I could have loved you Not right Not wrong Just my head on your chest The beats thump thump thumping   under my ear are arrows striking the ground in succession One Two Three

Snuck through a cracked window Caught me off guard Thought the lights were off in this house but you navigate the pitch sure-footed Eyes sharp enough to catch cracks in the foundation Too kind to mention the fault lines, despite the acid of your tongue You seem at home in this make shift mansion Never knew playing tag in these empty rooms could light me up this way I am not often sated by another but you are an unexpected drink at an unexpected table and I was more thirsty than I knew Watching myself carefully now Afraid after you're gone I may leave the window open Your edges are the kind of sharp I love to cut my tongue on and laugh open-throated with blood in my mouth More of me was born in the night than you know Or maybe you do- and that's why you delight in this uncovered sweetness Our dark honey tongues dripping in smoke