the shape of your hands

gripped around warmth and song, caressing sharp teeth
and kissing bloodied lips.
no screaming, just silence set against
the crashing waves on an unexplored shoreline,
breaking and sliding back with contentment.

reminders embodied in stainless steel and gemwork
tossing and turning on the thought
of filling your hands
and emptying herself.

a grasp that never slips, holding tight to her wrists
safe and sound while twisted and bound,
in the shape of your hands.

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