Friction

Let me shatter your stony fortress, darling;
climb up your minute imperfections and rip off
the poison ivy that twisted
honeyed lies around your tongue and
bile-coated truths onto your fingers—

Let me hurt you where you don't want to feel, dearest;
oppose your every inhibition with my
lip-biting adrenaline dripping into your veins,
an IV of emotion and ink-drenched sunbursts
that you won't be able to retch out, this time—

Let me choke away your starlight, sweetheart;
hold you down with my toxic gravity
and cloud your polluted doe-eyes
with wrist-written promises
of sailing off into a vertical horizon—

Let me drown out your whispered screams, love;
steal your moonbreath as you sleep and wear out
each and every one
of your infallible excuses on my
sandpaper-plastered heartstrings—

Let me sweep you off your feet, angel;
burn away the asphyxiated ribbons of our past
and untie new aglet- and hesitation-less laces,
so maybe we can trip over some paper butterflies
and learn to fall in love once again—