unitard

There’s not all that much to who you end up caping for, with your heartfelt speeches and careful hair. Arriving preened and polished, wrapped and ready in the armor of your fuck me lingerie, ready to play to the empty altar. Glittering there on the showroom floor, painted in your colors, pressed into flesh. Squeezed between the hopes and dreams, you wake with the name spilling out your mouth, the meaning drizzling down blood and breath. This the way your wishes make it, the color and the claim. This is the way you want to feel it, naked all the same.

There’s the way you stirred the stars, step by step in stylish pumps. There’s the way you called all bluffs, falling hard into the concessions. Here the flickers, there the rumors, there’s that way you’re hair is pulled. There’s the ring, there’s the rigging, there’s the gaffed slapstick. The carnival logic rigmarole, the baiting of each breath, this note you hold and hold. Maybe I might tag you in, maybe I will dunk you good. True heart or heel the outfit will out, come crawling lovelorn or turned worm home to roost. The way you are fitted when you’re bound to go all out.

Maybe this was meant to flatter, maybe this was a mood on its own. The storm sorted into strip and bristle, a measured spanking from the stratosphere, livid skin shameless and taking it at a run. This flicker of my salacious gaze on the devil’s details, the burnished bouquet a burning branch, want turning every touch to fuel. Look upon this, my cape, my role. Look upon this unitard, clown sad, fool bright. Here we go, spinning through the hay, O here we go reeling through the fields! This is the song you plucked me from, this is the proof as you play.