Submission
The stars in my sky are falling like rain
like tears
And cherry blossom bruises
are scattered by your violent lips
across my outstretched arms
painting the immaculate canvas of my breasts
with savage strokes
And every day I die inside a little more
shrinking from your touch
yet begging when my craving is denied
And yes I kneel at your kiss
gladly shedding my armor
to reveal my heart to your blade
And yes I bow my head before you
awaiting benisons or blows
Your hands, at least, gift me with them.
like tears
And cherry blossom bruises
are scattered by your violent lips
across my outstretched arms
painting the immaculate canvas of my breasts
with savage strokes
And every day I die inside a little more
shrinking from your touch
yet begging when my craving is denied
And yes I kneel at your kiss
gladly shedding my armor
to reveal my heart to your blade
And yes I bow my head before you
awaiting benisons or blows
Your hands, at least, gift me with them.
