I come to you.
Bowed under the burden of my anxieties from mundane to insane and back again.
Zig-zagging through my mind a million times a minute.
Telling myself there’s nothing in it
and carrying on
Under the weight of worry
and the constriction of holding it—well, me—together.
Your smile puts my mind on mute
Your touch scrambles the frequency
Your bites produce dead air
as all that care screams from between my lips.
Your pain-giving fingers, fists and feet push the secret buttons
That reset my mind
Then screams of agonised ecstasy
cleansing my soul
Through erotic epiphany.
By your gift of beautiful brutality.
Slate wiped clean.
Body marked and aching
I begin again.
by your hands.