With dusty fingers against my tongue

Your touch doesn't fall where the others have:

At my feet,

Me, on my knees.

'

Street-light halos and neon colors,

Unleashed,

Bound in sheets.

Play this out with calculated moves,

Let go,

Hold on.

No room for chaos, just

'

Art:

The curves of your shoulders,

Your tangled words mapping out passion

and distance,

'

Our skin a one way road,

Fingertip toll booths along the way.

Forefingers fastened around my wrists,

'

The ropes of my past slipping through clenched fists

Just as I lean forward,

Over the edge.

Into Wonderland.