Argument

Let me disrobe
that all too perfect mind of yours
as I steal your turn of phrase,
disrupting your composure -
allowing it to writhe and twist -
and leave a stain
where your thoughts
dangle in the silence.
Bright scarlet laced in ink,
delicate letters spilled
over the white cuffs
of your silk shirt -
the tiny pearls
sharp against my skin
where your teeth
and wit run ragged.
You play resistance so well.
I love to peel it
away from the curves
of a mind that dares to think
and mold it to my heart,
wearing the rebuke
from your tongue
in dangerous knots.