Crooked Love

She held me like the secret only she could endure.

I wanted her to guide me to paradise,

But she only buried me under shattered stars -

And made her eyes my only guiding light.

I guess she could only love me,

If she held all control.

{She knew how to shape my broken core,

As if she had done it to lovers before.}

It was in her smile, the shade of her lips.

The crimson stained perfection was tinted,

With secrets of desire - only she knew.

She held every ancient lover against her tongue.

The taste awakened every deprivation I locked inside.

It demanded to own all of me -

Every peace of my being, every shred of yearning.

{She only knew love by pressing me beneath her,

Weaving her fingers through the tangled strands of my heart.}

{And she knew I needed - craved - submission to her,

As long as she exalted my name in her unbridled release of satisfaction.}

So I let her have me in all her crooked ways,

Because she only crafts love through torment -

And I was growing used to it’s rough caress.

The pain - the pleasure - it makes her feel whole.

I can feel it surging in the crevasses beneath her skin.

She has let no other, drink it from her silhouette -

I will be the first to let it become the form of my soul.

{Somewhere, beyond her unwavering agony,

She longs for a lover who find tenderness inside her.}

{I can feel her letting me in through the pain she holds,

And beneath it all, I can find what she calls, love.}

I can store everything she refuse to let go.

Let it filter from her kiss against my lips,

And it will rest with the longing in my soul.

There she will share her untold truths

In whispers buried under her shattered heart.

I can feel her answers in its faltering beats.

{After all, we know, flawed is the only way to be -

If we want to be anything, at all.}