m word.

it's all her
and wrist-bones
and felt-tip nothings
that feel like kisses
upon your skin
and the soft
untouched carapace
beneath her neck-tie
where i stumbled in
then
took my seat
among her mystery
and watched our eyes dancing-
the waltzes of fancy
and the first flourishes of lust
brought us spinning...
our hearts spliced
but whispered a promise
a three worded us
a passing thought of healing
a humanly, sugary doubt
and a lonely-altering must

so, take me out
and make me
monogamous