I am a minefield
awash in the most intoxicating of poppies,
spoon-feeding you the last bits of sunshine
before the darkness takes hold.
I am a ticking time bomb,
enveloped in a wrapping of velvet
bound with the shiniest of bows.
I am the harsh throat-burn of ginger,
the unassuming looming, creeping of the tequila settling in,
ready to be your soothing night companion,
loosening your lips
to hear all your secrets.
You trust me. You trust me but
and my mouth is slick like
black ice on midnight pavement.
But you kiss it like it's honeycomb
and your sugar is low.
And your lips,
hot like the noontime sun
set my armor ablaze,
and for this moment, I am vulnerable.
In this moment, I am tamed.