Fire

You said I was like fire.

Hot and searing,

my eyes blazing with
sex and violence.

Destroying everything that crossed my path.

Igniting, consuming.

And you,

you tried to be water.

Gently pouring yourself onto me
trying to douse my flames

only to find yourself scorched and dried.

And my fire,

it fiercely burned on.

Cherries

I still remember the way he always tried to hide his hands.

He'd pull them up into his sleeves ashamed of their condition.

The disease.

I would bring them to my face and gently run my lips over them.

They touched me with grace and softness

and followed the curves of my body with ease.

Tasted like cherries.

I never told him then but

I always thought they were beautiful.

Child

At times dear boy it's
simply the thought of you that

tends to leave me with
the insatiable desire to

pat you on the head

hand you a lollipop and

send you off to bed.