Daily Poetry: October 6, 2025 - "Trace her collarbone"

[neurosismancer]

i feel your touch so lightly
so gentle over sensitive skin
electric sparks and nerve impulses
that make me quiver and moan
you trace my collarbone
with your tongue and—

a flash of pain
white hot searing
as if my flesh will break
as though the fires burning within us
joined in their heat
setting us both ablaze

in the morning light
i gaze in the mirror
press the darkened yellow marks
these trophies you left behind
o lover why must you be so cruel
as to make me wait for more