I want to thrill you.
I want to wake every nerve
with electric shivers
and wakened desire.
I want to make you question
the nature of deity
and drive you to blaspheme
by demanding gold to shine.
What cruel phileo I bear for you.
That I consider my greatest gift
to be any teasing clap of words
that drives your Muse to tears.
A tailored suit over unsullied bones.
A perfect black rose pinned to unbled lines.
A dainty that flags the dark to come.
He’ll have my ass for this, I’m sure.
Tell him that his brother inspired it.