I’ll obey any command
if it was said
by your wandering hands.

I’ll take any blow
if you handed it to me
on a silver platter.

And I’d swear on any thing –
any promise
I would keep –
if it was etched into my skin
by your burning lips
and left to sear a hole.

“Tell no one,”
you burned into my neck.

Any words you said
flowed deep into my veins
‘til all there was,
was that phrase:
“Tell no one.”

You wrote a creed into my skin
I’m forced to carry
under it.
And you stole my breath
so swiftly,
Aphrodite would be proud.