Maybe2

by now, maybe...

i could have nursed the wounds left by the thorns in the roses i had given you
as i dragged them, around your breasts, down your thighs, up your back
my tongue licking the blood as it trickles down your body.
your legs straining to be released
from the chains. your arms
tied over your head.

i could have intensified the pain
as i lay you down on the bed.
a golden shower cleansing your wounds
lighting a fire in your belly.
as you try to cry out from behind the gag.

love was never so intense
never so painful
yet never wanted so much.
never desired, never needed
so much. could have been.
but someday.