did you think me unfair?
apt but to leave thee sullied?
perchance i beared the affectation of ease
-pj drawstrings tied in slipknots, and what-not...
know then the trappings of bondage
you might've seen strewn casually about
were used only when aquantances turn amorous,
and i could never bring myself to dissapoint,
but (alas) the abuses that this mortal flesh has accrued make all save extended acts of taunting seem apocriphal
in truth you are the only who could seduce me.
and let me shirk my pretense-oath of sanitariness
i admit to that pretense on our first re=introduction
i was curious, actually, if the possibility still existed,
that another could make me feel this
lip-bite wanting.
and even the aftermath,
as the part of me that has encoded you recoils from your absense
even that was not so bad
i've had enough practice to claim that.(a dissasterous claim)
so if you are questioning as to my intent, guess.
convince me you're still interested
or did i not live up to an iconographic memory.

territories of the breath
convince me there is something left
at best
to quench the rest of this.
propriety
a sense of bliss
as this world is fluttering
unrelenting
so
achingly
slow
and i'm left to cower in the corner
the taste of you still on my lips
and the transgressions that mar the edifice
are but cute and mortal.
cover my eyes and tempt me
whisper what i don't expect.
for i know this incarnation is old
and has been done before
you don't even know
that you asked me please
still wrecks me
and the rest of it
is irrelevent.