"Tell me a story."
He is hungry at her breast,
Impatient as his hands--
"Tell me a story."
Just once she would like to finish the tale
'Happy ever after' but
He likes to take things off of her,
Gowns and veils and secrets and
She must keep acquiring new ones so
There is always something for
The next night.
She re-dresses, though
Her skin aches underneath and
His kiss is an axe
She feels on her neck as
She weaves her myths together he
Listens, like a desert,
Raptorial, all eagerness to
The sticky truths she conjures up, she
Wonders what the end might be,
She tells him just enough.
