one.
its all you.
you are the one
who slips the first seed
past your own two lips.
your fingers taste
like everything
your mother
never wanted you to have.
its all you.
you never expected
to be glad.

two.
its like a shotgun,
how he slips it in his mouth
before slipping it into yours.
the smoke
is on the sweetness
of his breath,
sage and cloves and
pieces of his soul.

three.
is sealed with
more than a kiss,
it’s sealed
with your legs
(miles long,
clad in woodlands
and feeling
like silk)
and his hips
and toxic promises.

he promises you fate
that lasts forever.
you grow wildflowers
over his heart
and give him
everything you’re worth.

four.
he is the terror
of all gods
and he himself
is terrified.

he calls you beautiful,
he names you queen,
he lays every jewel at your feet
and only in his surrender
are you satisfied.

five.
tastes like blood.
it weeps from his lips
and mama said
it would taste like death,
said it would taste
like sacrifice.
she said it would taste
like hell burned black.

his lips
make your lips bloody,
but never
will it ever
taste like death.

six.
you take it
like you have
every other beautiful thing.
you take it
because it’s yours.

(through sweetness
through madness
and dreamlike surrender)

it’s all you
and it’s all him
and in this
you will live forever.