“A secret in her smile Tucked in a rosy furl I want to pull it out with my teeth Soothe the paper cut with my tongue Dip in the well of her blood and write My own secret on her lips So that every time she talks Every lick of those lips And drag of breath through her mouth She feels me Her tongue scrapes the scar of my secret on the inside of her pout And she can’t deny the truth of it Of me Of us I’ve branded her with it She’s mine.”
