The first time I heard her
Name from your lips,
Poison rendered me,
Speechless
My tongue stung with the taste of blood,
Wrung out and ragged,
By rusty chains
The second time I saw you,
Meet my eyes
My heart fluttered and twirled in,
Clandestine disguise
It danced in festivity to the shackles draw around
My bare feet,
Leaving a trail in a snow-scattered field
The third time,
You glanced away
And the truth was surrendered,
In your cynical gaze
My hands grew constricted
Beneath the breaking chains they bore
To peacefully absolve your heart,
Of Temptations blessed bounty
Or to carve away
At my marred mouth
and ask
...
no beg
for something more.
Spilled Ink 