scaremeifucan

my secrets scuttle helpless
at your feet you wipe tender
the indifferent mat of mercy
will you enter my displacement

or wait. sit a little
on the balcony of knowing
while i clean my laden cabin
of resident residue

will your heart ever be ready
to bring the toys of clitoris
to the playground of emotion
where we both might have fun

or will you send me a photo
of your unmorphed monster
convinced i will be scared
of what it could become


i am accustomed to the devil
i am not moved by scary sights
i am more cautious of the woman
who pretends that all is right.