Her love was left in the palm of my hands like papyrus and speaks to me speak with me speaks with me rolling erotic vernacular immaculate and simultaneously sticky like stuttering off my tongue and lips I whisper out secrets back to her hips and she shudders from the shock of my truth we grind and cut our own piece of paradise building up our walls and tearing them down. She's my only vice in this life destruction peace and rage simultaneously spinning me through every page from my history to my present to my future