the weight of its own spine

words on thresholds, the kind inside a human mind.

The start of morning still in black, 
white sheets tugged loose
wrapped soft
Our hearts clenched tight 
candy apple thoughts.

Caramel linen
breathe sin in.
A gold tipped empire
drenched in skin. 

Where did Lamia feed—
ruby deep
births you couldn't keep
sugar-frosted scars
cashmere bars
cadence sin, deliberate sway
whispers of another day.
Mimicry worship,
knees in dirt,
castles dance in butterfly flame.

God cry in emerald—
caution looped around an ear.
Your nasty tiny secret, wordly unveiled.

The depth of water hides a corpse,
but lovers' ribcage bends and warps
cradles betrayal in slipping time,
beneath the weight of its own spine.