Now that you have allowed me
to remove the armor that
covered your heart
my shining dark knight
I cannot remove my eyes from the
sword you have aimed at my loins
as the muscles ripple across your body
each careful stroke pushing forward
reshapes the motion in my own body
I beg of you with quiet whispers
do not abandon this blade, my lover
use it to sculpt a new me
my sweet and firm Botticelli
carve your love into the depth of my soul
shape me with your magnificent dagger
so that I can become your Venus
breathe in the steam that rises
as you dip your lance into my soft flesh
it’s a new breath for a new life
that beats a new path into our existence
as we revel in our own nakedness
yes, great sculptor, please
slay me
over and over
and then kill me again