I like the ways you bleed all over me. I like to make you bend. I am the body underneath the arch my abundance pushes into your spine. I am the little teeth and hands making sweet incisions along the lines of your control, the borders of your bones. I kneel to you, in worship and in awe, I rest my chin on your knees and swallow you whole. Wide eyed, soft. Deny me, Father. Deny me, out loud, the boom of your voice a command against the fist around your heart. Tell the whole world you won’t love me, don’t want me, as I smile into the palm with which you cup my cheek. I’ll kiss your knuckles as you move to grip my throat, this surrender an admission of what you’ll never allow yourself to take completely. Never, ever keep. The restraint you’ll use wrapped tight around the shuddering monster you refuse to give ground, the one my eyes consume. Provoke. I show you my fear, my thrill at your appetite, my adoration. I submit and pull you further in. I let you pull me in.