Your Body Is A Trick

Your body is a trick.  …you are not delicate. In my fiction
you     Steal my fingerprints And wrap them around
   Your wrists        You
say, “I’m keeping these for later.”   Your body is a trick.
  …you are not delicate. Your eyelashes sting
  Deep when they whip me From across the table
  I just tell myself to count to three.   Good thing
blood is thick.     Good thing Love Lasts. ‘Cause
we’re going to be here a while     
          And yes
That’s a threat.