Violence

Is how I think about you.

And all of the things 

that I could have done to you. 

and with you.

If we hadn’t become 

a broken and unattainable entity

In your eyes

And in mine. 

I could have 

and would have given anything. 

To take you down my throat 

And swallow you.

In a secret home 

Wooded and silently lain 

in view for only us 

and ever  

I’d have you twisted 

in linen 

Guiding my tongue from your neck 

to your chest 

Down and taunting

until you would have no choice 

But to take my hair tightly in your fist.

Pull my head back 

and either fuck me,

or kill me.