words, words she tells me whispers of flesh, thighs, lips the mouth opening for a shivering tongue & flash of teeth limbs entwining in the grainy dark her limbs & there, another formless, faceless nameless & insubstantial fleshless thighs encircling her & the cut of bone against her hip her cries I hear her cries
these, her words, I cannot feel I feel only my eyes heat burning & the dark throb caught in my throat
no, no, I do not feel I cannot hear you lover, dreamer as always I have wanted you your eyes, caught in mine unmoving & afraid
you dream of my hands the fruitless bone of a winter orchard twisting your limbs & organs twisting you tighter or binding you within a cocoon you'll never free of in which you'll dry to dust in my hands so that I may form of clay the shape I seek
ah, words you lie my love lying smile & lying eyes you seek to deceive but I can see your blindflods are loose & useless faulty knots take them back
& then your first taste of womanflesh & she too, nothing my name but a footnote
you leave my mouth dry & empty to let the hunger build to slowly eat away all of me until nothing is left & then when I am empty I'll show myself to you unmasked, but blank & faceless
then you'll have me
teach me the secrets of your hands & mouth & your thighs I'll learn on my own