I want mercy.
I want your mouth like a command
your breath stealing mine,
your hands rewriting the laws of my body.
There is no before you.
No after.
Only this fever
where you are both the wound and the knife.

I am not offering love.
I am offering everything.
The break in my voice,
the quake in my spine,
the scream that doesn't leave my lips
because it's buried in your name.

Devour me.
Take me past the edge,
into the place where identity burns out
and only desire speaks.
I do not want to be held.
I want to be taken,
wrecked,
made holy by the violence of wanting you.

In the name of love,
I surrender-
not because I must,
but because I crave the ruin
only you can bring.