King of Iron Hearts

I wondered

If I pressed my lips to the crease between her thighs

Would she still smell of sweet stone fruit?

I would fall from grace

Again and again

If it meant living in sin

With you

The woman I love has eyes like the forest floor

Dappled in golden daylight, dark with evergreens and light with spring frost.

I get lost in the treed twilight of that gaze

And don’t care to ever be found.

They say

You are too bold

Your smile so wide it could swallow

The world

They say

You are too strong

When atlas is the man who holds up

The world

And you are only a girl

They say

You should mind your place

In the kitchen or the bedroom

Outside the home beside your man

You are his accessory

They say

These things

Because

If they let you shine

You would blind them all with your light

I say

I would live the rest of my life without sight

If it meant feeling the warmth of your glow

Every day until I die

Her laugh reminded me

Of the pop

When the cork escapes champagne

And effervescence spills over my hands

Bubbling with joy

I want to drink her laugh down every day

When the world comes for you

When it tears at you with vicious teeth and cracks open your bones to eat out the marrow

Mercilessly aimed at your destruction

I got you

When the villains come as they do

In every shape and size

Masquerading as friends or announcing themselves as foe

I got you

When there is danger

A sword swinging at your head or a lance aimed at your heart

A bullet ready to pierce your armour and obliterate your priceless life

I got you

Bent and folded

Like origami

Into the shape of my desires

I craft you as art and paint you in the red colours of my lust.

You want it harder

Darker

So long it hurts

You want it with a sinner

A bad boy

A man without a plan

You want it the way they tell you not to

The way the villain likes it

The way the harlot has it

I want it darker too

Harder

So long it hurts

Sometimes love

Isn’t sugar and sweetness

And everything fine

Sometimes love

Is rough bites and deep moans

And making you mine

I want to love you hard

Fill all your holes with my fingers

Stop you up at every puncture point

Give you my every breath to breathe

So that you are full up with your love of me

And you will never yearn for anything else again

Pinned to the mattress like a butterfly by the wings

I run my fingers

Down

Her soft, vibrant body

Dig them

Into the tender places

That make her keen into my mouth

I eat her moans

Like a glutton

And fill her with my love in return

You wouldn’t think

Such a little miss

Could yell so loud at night

With her ankles bound

And her hands chained

To the headboard

Banging against the wall

You wouldn’t think

Such a little miss

Would make a big guy like me bend

But while she may be the one tied up

I am the one she has wrapped up tight

Around the crook of her little finger

I loved her darkly,

And I didn’t care if that damned me to Hell

So long as I could rule there with her.

And looking at her in that moment

––The setting sun gilding her face like a Klimt painting as she smiled demurely out the window, blood on her delicate fingers, my gold at her long throat––

I finally understood what love was.

I look at you

And suddenly

I believe in magic

And mythological beings with wings

Who reign over heaven

And only fall to earth

When they find a man

Worthy

Of their divine kiss

What if ancient things are true

What if we were once born

With four arms

Four legs

Four eyes

And two hearts

But the Gods feared the power of that force

Of one complete soul

And broke us with a lightning strike

In half

Now when we are born

We wander and are lost

Until we find the person

We were split from

At birth

And become once more

Whole.

“I love you.”

Isn’t it incredible

That one phrase can be

A truth, a lie, and a weapon?

I fall

I fall

I fall

And it is your choice where I land.

She loves me. She loves me not.

I never liked to dance until we started to tip toe

Around each other

Waltzing through the halls in time with one another

We tapped out a repartee that said

We didn’t care

But the spin of our hard shoes against the ground

Entangled like ballerinas in a Russian music box

Forever spinning as one

Said differently

The language of desire

Is the tracks of red worn down the back

All roads leading to sin

It’s the colour of her sex

As it blushes blossom pink

And unfurls like the blooms in spring

It’s the slope of the valley between her breasts

Brushed in dew like dawn over the hills

And the sigh from her lips

Breaking against mine

Like the waves against the rocks

The language of desire

Is written here

Between two bodies in the dark

But I find it often as I walk the earth

Between the flowers and the glades

And I’m reminded again

As I often am

That desire is a natural thing

She is written in a language I don’t understand

Something dead and ancient

With hard consonants where there should be

Soft vowels

I want to spend the rest of my life

Learning to be fluent

Love is bilingual.

I had a taste for her