I have been in love before-
snared by emotion so intense,
deception by omission was easy.
But lies smother love. And in the wake
of my confession came a white-hot
of anger. I deserved every hateful
word. Lying here, inhaling new love,
hope swells inside me. Skin against
skin, I lose myself within the sharp
of passion, freed by embracing
the truth I cannot change.
I find slender rays of fear
in his eyes, yet he places his trust
in me and I will not
that. I blanket his body with mine.
Tattoo him with pleasure.
Lead him to the edge of the cliff,
push him over, feel him fly,
wings beating softly in the promise of
– Fireworks by Ellen Hopkins from Tilt