THE CLOSET MYSTIC

lips like razors 

tease my neck:

my head tilts back.

from the moment 

my eyes first met yours,

i knew i’d bleed for you.

your eyes

pierced me plenty, 

stripped bare

in your gaze.

but you hide

behind the drawn curtains

of your soul’s windows.

unreadable.

unreachable.

how unfair.