Amidst the lavish sweet nothings
and carnival of foul play, filling my pockets
and walking away
you pin me,
ask your burning question.
In the vault that shakes alone
there is a poison
stronger than any line I have fed you and worse
than any hunger you have felt.
The places I do not show.
Far from the heart, I keep you bound
in red silks and dresses. Behind thick velveteen curtains,
Tell me where you have been. Tell me
you might love me.
I am a drop that cannot return
to the sea.