The Blood & The Bones

a blade 
traces its path
exploring me as an extension 
of his desire
spading a trail through the valley 
that lies between my face and chest
settling just beneath the curve of my jaw
teeth dig slightly in 
claiming purchase in my skin

I am not supposed to want this
the pain, the fear
the chase that goes on 
as I lie here and he continues 
waiting to see just how far I’ll let him go 
but knowing I won’t
or maybe that I can’t 
stop him 
as he enters me in one place
and threatens to in another

I am not supposed to want this 
but I do
it causes the untouchable parts of me 
to vibrate
to elevate
unable to be replicated by touch alone 
and as he holds it there against a pulsing jugular
a beacon of what could be done but not undone
it’s metal such a contrast against my fragile creamy skin 
he has decided just how far he needs to go 
for the dam to break
and my sweetness to pour out 
so abundantly and abruptly 
I will feel as if I am touching the stars

and so again I think
I am not 
supposed 
to want this 
but danger has always been appealing 
almost like a silent calling 
and to be held 
knife to throat
unsure of where it will go 
and where it will end 
is to be prey that has been caught 
with and without giving in 

the blood
& the bones