Trigger
You are temporarily mine,
as you teach me to pull the trigger.
Isn't it funny
how you only touch me
when it's dangerous?
We don't kiss because we know
this is something that is only
powerful in it's brevity.
I pull back,
spread my legs
take a breath
gun ready -
there, you say,
there,
aiming towards
my heart,
what is left of it,
ragged edges and all.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2014
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