I used to say
I want to love a man who gives me nothing to write about
But I can't help but recite
How much you’ve sharpened me
And how the greatest heights
Amongst the mountain of past conquests
Feel like molehills beneath you.
If I carved myself into your side
Would you cry out? In pleasure or pain?
I don’t think I want a quiet love.
I used to say
I want to love a man who gives me nothing to fight about.
But I want to piss you off.
I want to agitate you under your skin
Tango next to the drum of your heart
I want to wrestle, and tussle and wriggle
Until I find myself helpless
Pleading for mercy
Under the weight of your arms
And then lick off the sweat of the struggle
I don’t want a passive love.
I said in the beginning
You would have to drag me
Kicking and screaming
Here I am, defeated
Bruises and a sore throat
What I whispered I wanted
What I dared you to do.
Not a peaceful love.
A love I can write about.