Kittylele

Crack

I don't want love -
I want the flicker before the fire,
that black-spark moment
where good sense slips its wire.

Neon breath, low laugh,
sin humming under my skin.
You look at me like a bad idea -
you're already in.

Teeth on silence.
Pulse on blast.
Say my name once, slow and rough,
then let the whole night crack
like glass.