Love Games

is it too much to ask?

I don’t need
your chaste
touches,
or your gentle
     smiles.

there is no room
left
in my heart
for such tender
 things.

I want your cigarette-
stained kisses and
sly fingers trailing fire
in their path.

I want your whispers
 full of promise
and heartbreak,

hands that bruise

and teeth that mark.

I want you to piece me together,
then ruin me again

baby, I want you to
leave me wanting
so much
  more.