Dear Lover,
You wanted to
possess her
scratch your government name in her thighs
with well-crafted, serifed letters
tap the keg of her defenses with a single finger,
'til you had the perfect head
and the richest flavor
professionally measured 1 to 10 ratio
of foam to liquid
you didn’t want too much substance in a woman
so you could drink
recklessly
sipping a glass of her secret sin,
sitting in your smugness,
tanning in her affection
enjoying a blessing you never intended to return
your sadistic show
the lines of her poor defense
in domino chain
bowing
bit by bit.
Dear Lover,
You wanted to possess her
but she is
mine.