Push Me/Pull Me

Softly caressing my skin,
Each touch tears my flesh from
My bones. Bleeding, I wallow in
My pleasure. Letting you close to me.
Getting so far away. Satin fingertips
Drawing drop after drop of life
From my pores. Standing so far away.
Sitting right next to me.

As I lay me down to rest
On torn black satin sheets. Trace
The curvatures of lust, trace
The lines of age. Kisses filled
With fire, sear onto my skin. Burns
Left so gracefully. Lips imprinted
In shadows. Holding me so tightly.
Dropping me to the ground.

Leave me bound and withered.
Walk away and leave me tied. Sit on
The chair in the far corner of the room.
Laugh, smoke, toss back a shot.
I will close my eyes. Let your soft words
Filled with poison course through
My veins. Love me so deeply.
Kill me as you leave.

Leave the ashes burning,
Lay your shot glass down. Silenced
Laughter still echoes in my ears. Stare
At me with disgust, ever traces of love
Lined in your face. Spit contemptuously on
My feet...
-Drip so slowly down-
Once more let your blade-tipped fingers
Pull small rivers of blood from beneath
My skin. Leave your kisses on my
Cheek. Bruises made too early. Smile
Once more from behind your mask. Heal
Me with your sweet unemotion.
Drive me mad from your discontent.

Liz LaBrocca