Tuesday, April 10, 2012

lover's charade in a hotel room (16/30)

your eyes
say that you are a bird
who allowed herself
to be locked in a cage with a tiger
who paces anxiously upon your good graces
in hopes of you both
devouring doubt
and saving desire for desert

your legs
curl like paper that yields
to a beautiful demise by flame
i hear them slide across cotton sheets
as you settle into the crook of my arm
the smoke before our fire
lies in your hair with lilac accents
do we have it in us to brave the inferno

this room
is a kingdom of want
where we let our shadows have the night off
and we play a game
to end all games between us

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