surprise.
i'll ride that wave to freedom on the warmth of your tongue
sink into your body
the damage is done
Otzeki: True Love
XV
Tracing aching lips with skittish fingertips, I pace through waiting in the closet.
Two steps. Back and forth. Over and over in the small space.
Wound up.
Strung out.
I can't contain myself.
I feel like a pet that's outgrown its cage.
A shooting star with nowhere to go.
The second sleep claims my prey, I slip to our bed like a flame, crawling up his frame as readily as Hell singes wings.
I don't wake him, but the darkest little part of me wonders what would happen if I did.
In the hot beat before I sink, winter-white nighttime streams through the windows, and it isn't just the snow that makes me lightheaded, but what's frozen in it. What Grim surely saw before he came in.
The trail of tracks I forgot to cover.
My cloven path.
Straight to his door.