Published on: 11/27/2012
Carnal Knowledge

It's lust for the hard and the cold, the ice-silvered glint of light
through a diamond or a dozen. And as for the gold, I'll have it
any way you can name it: yellow, rose, white. I'm frozen
with fear to admit it, this grit-polished, cloth-finished pleasure
at my throat. No, I can't see it, but I know that your star-struck eyes
will fall there in silence every time you seethe, and every time I breathe
I shiver to know that this fierce and fire-wrought, wire-taut thing
is pure, forged trust. See it and need it. But I forbid you to touch.