I’ll tell you want I want—

I want to be man handled.
I want to be thrown
Into the wall
So fucking
Hard
That things
Snap
When I hit it;

I want the floorboards
To cave in
Under us
And all the lights to
Flicker

When I scream.

I want a love that
Bleeds its
Color
From the edges,

I want a man
Who isn’t afraid
Of the
Dark.
Who will fuck me
With the lights
On.
And the windows open
In the dead of
Winter.

I want a man who
Pulls the
Trigger
Every single time.

We take our chances
And our choices orbit
On halos
Of good intent
Hotwired
To plans that
Come crashing
Down
In the end,

So—

Make your play.