Love ya but please shut up,

Take a sip from this gold cup.

Swallow it down with one large gulp,

Make sure it’s a tingling dollop.

Feel it go down your throat—

Feel it spill and choke.

Choke your senses and all you know,

This includes that annoying tone

You take when you’re mad and pitched;

That’s what I’d call an irking itch.

Close your mouth, just shut it.

Make it so I don’t wanna’ hit,

Hit you with this fucking spoon.

And tell me now what’ll you do?

When you hear that whack—

And clack.

Tumble, mumble on the floor,

Blood’s just spilling, crimson galore.

Break your mouth and break your tongue,

Break you now, hence no dirty pun.

I’ll sit you down on a wooden chair,

In the middle of this dimwitted lair.

I’ll tie you up with this old string,

Long and big to tighten your wings.

Those white wings I see sometimes,

Fair and feathers but broad benign.

I can’t see them now—

But I know how I will.

Tug on it ‘til you fall and bow.

Pull that string, you cry out shrill.

Your flaxen hair falls in your face,

Your mouth agape while you stay in place.

You squirm and struggle in the rope,

I merely smile at your signs of mope.

For some reason you don’t cry out—

Surprisingly enough you’re quiet in doubt.

I find myself cradling your chin,

Lifting your face up to see.

See your full lips and pale skin.

Lean my head down, closer pretty.

My lips crush yours in a hold,

Rough and experienced to your own.

I sense the foreboding creep of a muffle,

I only kiss harder in chance for a scuffle.

With your lips and my teeth, grazing—

The salty taste of a soothing hazing.

You whimper in return to it all,

I bite you in response to the fall.

Copper metal bursts,

To my lips from yours first.

With this you give me control,

I plausibly trade you my soul.

A fair trade I think it is,

A deal we make with this kiss.

You promise to close this pretty mouth,

I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.

In which I give you the real, not the fake,

Love you, you whisper through bare space.

That our tongue, lips and my teeth leave,

I only suck the copper blood, a lovely peeve.

Your eyes look to mine, I move away.

I cock my head to the side, what to say…?

In a millisecond, my hand covers your mouth,

Bloodied and bruised from a kissing drought.

I know what you’re thinking, you know what I am too,

I’d use my own words to say it, mind it true.

Instead I’ll watch you and try my best—

Perhaps I’m too full of confidence?

But you know what I mean, I can tell,

your eyes say much…

But mine say and end well…

Love ya but please shut up.