Glory

Last things first
Do your worst
Stain the sheets two teaspoons of glory

I wanted to tell you
I wanted to trust you
I want you to take me
I wanted to touch you
I wanted to taste you
I want you to break me

And on her lips
Wet fingertips and sugared sighs
These paper wrists
Stained lotus hues of her demise

And honey-dripped
Her nectar-sweet and lily thighs
For on her hips
The weight of all she would despise

I wanted to tell you
I wanted to trust you
I want you to take me
I wanted to touch you
I wanted to taste you
I want you to break me