open mouthed sea kisses
you hang from my neck like a grapevine 
like a creeper plant climbing my walls
you move round and round to strangle me
fragile, stretchy, mingled mess
you look like a monster in wreck

closed away windows on a autumn day
you hang from my knees like a kid at ground 
begging, whining, pouting to have another round at the swing
you move from one end to other end
I find the place between your eyes, favourite plain of your landscape
it's my holy ground
you look like a traitor in shivering distress

sloppy candy taster, vintage watch collector
you hang from my breasts like a man of untouched intimacy 
curious, doe eyed, pleased 
you move from one hour to another 
you're always on the run, not from cops but yourself 
you settle down in any city with wide arms 
for men with no name, no shame, no accountability

it's a checkmate race
bolting away the ghosts of ladies with demanding eyes 
my man likes his girls free and uncaring
small, blossomed, red cherries

like a creeper plant climbing my heart 
you hang from my neck like a knitted scarf
open mouthed sea kisses
how did I end up being the mistress?