Page 9 of King of Iron Hearts
I wondered
If I pressed my lips to the crease between her thighs
Would she still smell of sweet stone fruit?
I would fall from grace
Again and again
If it meant living in sin
With you
The woman I love has eyes like the forest floor
Dappled in golden daylight, dark with evergreens and light with spring frost.
I get lost in the treed twilight of that gaze
And don’t care to ever be found.
They say
You are too bold
Your smile so wide it could swallow
The world
They say
You are too strong
When atlas is the man who holds up
The world
And you are only a girl
They say
You should mind your place
In the kitchen or the bedroom
Outside the home beside your man
You are his accessory
They say
These things
Because
If they let you shine
You would blind them all with your light
I say
I would live the rest of my life without sight
If it meant feeling the warmth of your glow
Every day until I die
Her laugh reminded me
Of the pop
When the cork escapes champagne
And effervescence spills over my hands
Bubbling with joy
I want to drink her laugh down every day
When the world comes for you
When it tears at you with vicious teeth and cracks open your bones to eat out the marrow
Mercilessly aimed at your destruction
I got you
When the villains come as they do
In every shape and size
Masquerading as friends or announcing themselves as foe
I got you
When there is danger
A sword swinging at your head or a lance aimed at your heart
A bullet ready to pierce your armour and obliterate your priceless life
I got you
Bent and folded
Like origami
Into the shape of my desires
I craft you as art and paint you in the red colours of my lust.
You want it harder
Darker
So long it hurts
You want it with a sinner
A bad boy
A man without a plan
You want it the way they tell you not to
The way the villain likes it
The way the harlot has it
I want it darker too
Harder
So long it hurts
Sometimes love
Isn’t sugar and sweetness
And everything fine
Sometimes love
Is rough bites and deep moans
And making you mine
I want to love you hard
Fill all your holes with my fingers
Stop you up at every puncture point
Give you my every breath to breathe
So that you are full up with your love of me
And you will never yearn for anything else again
Pinned to the mattress like a butterfly by the wings
I run my fingers
Down
Her soft, vibrant body
Dig them
Into the tender places
That make her keen into my mouth
I eat her moans
Like a glutton
And fill her with my love in return
You wouldn’t think
Such a little miss
Could yell so loud at night
With her ankles bound
And her hands chained
To the headboard
Banging against the wall
You wouldn’t think
Such a little miss
Would make a big guy like me bend
But while she may be the one tied up
I am the one she has wrapped up tight
Around the crook of her little finger
I loved her darkly,
And I didn’t care if that damned me to Hell
So long as I could rule there with her.
And looking at her in that moment
––The setting sun gilding her face like a Klimt painting as she smiled demurely out the window, blood on her delicate fingers, my gold at her long throat––
I finally understood what love was.
I look at you
And suddenly
I believe in magic
And mythological beings with wings
Who reign over heaven
And only fall to earth
When they find a man
Worthy
Of their divine kiss
What if ancient things are true
What if we were once born
With four arms
Four legs
Four eyes
And two hearts
But the Gods feared the power of that force
Of one complete soul
And broke us with a lightning strike
In half
Now when we are born
We wander and are lost
Until we find the person
We were split from
At birth
And become once more
Whole.
“I love you.”
Isn’t it incredible
That one phrase can be
A truth, a lie, and a weapon?
I fall
I fall
I fall
And it is your choice where I land.
She loves me. She loves me not.
I never liked to dance until we started to tip toe
Around each other
Waltzing through the halls in time with one another
We tapped out a repartee that said
We didn’t care
But the spin of our hard shoes against the ground
Entangled like ballerinas in a Russian music box
Forever spinning as one
Said differently
The language of desire
Is the tracks of red worn down the back
All roads leading to sin
It’s the colour of her sex
As it blushes blossom pink
And unfurls like the blooms in spring
It’s the slope of the valley between her breasts
Brushed in dew like dawn over the hills
And the sigh from her lips
Breaking against mine
Like the waves against the rocks
The language of desire
Is written here
Between two bodies in the dark
But I find it often as I walk the earth
Between the flowers and the glades
And I’m reminded again
As I often am
That desire is a natural thing
She is written in a language I don’t understand
Something dead and ancient
With hard consonants where there should be
Soft vowels
I want to spend the rest of my life
Learning to be fluent
Love is bilingual.
I had a taste for her
