Branded

"We don't always have a choice how we get to know one another. Sometimes, people fall into our lives cleanly—as if out of the sky, or as if there were a direct flight from Heaven to Earth—the same sudden way we lose people, who once seemed they would always be part of our lives."

~John Irving

I feel the white hot fist 
Of your desire 
Still 

Sear my body...

Usurp
My will.

 
Its clench 
An iron-cuffed kiss 
Eclipsed
Upon these lips 

Your craven fingers 
Tremble to clasp 
a smoky phantom's
Stigmatic 
Imprints...

 
Branding 
This broken creature
You yoke.

Wrench the leaden weight 
Of that stony fear
Free 

Release me... 

And with open palm
Caress 
A love 
More bold 

Bare your hands
And let's embrace 
A time more worthy 

Let the Past 
At last 
Relinquish 
Our binds of old

Haha
Ben Sparrow and I are having a bit of fun here on the Spazz.
This poem was originally conceived as a comment on Ben's beautiful poemClenched which he wrote as response to my poem Unwrapped. (He threatened to spank me if I didn't post it, the brute!!! So being the obedient girl I am, I posted it.) 

(Oh & yes, both titles are links to the poems. Do check out Ben's poem, befriend the man, subscribe to him & make sure to look in comments, too, there you will find my impromptu poetic reply which I edited quite a bit here... Tell me which version you like better, my free flow or my "crafted". Curious minds NEED to know)