Your Name

I have often

spoken your name

into the quiet

and felt you

wrap me up

the warmth of

your hands on me

For I know

that I can handle

the feral one

within you

As I strip away

your defences

undress your form

and claim you

again and again

So that each scream

that plunders the night air

is but an echo

of the passion on fire

within our bodies

But then you

push me back down

Painting me

with your lipstick

and nails

leaving messages

marking me as

yours and yours alone