I want to be baptized by you.
Soft caress.
Yes.
Take my breath.

You can cradle me in your arms and
look upon me, drink my gaze
with the utmost certainty
that I am yours. 

You can stomp on me,
hold me down,
watch me fight.
I will be your roach—I am at your mercy.

Your nails can dig inside.
Grip into me.
Snapping branches within me;
my lungs set ablaze.

You are the face of god,
I pray to you every night.
Bludgeon me,
this nothingness burdens me.

Rip me,
lick me,
put me back together.
I can’t feel it.

You don’t care.
They never do.
Lucky for you,
neither do I.