Your crooked smile foxed me
into believing I was in.
That I had solved the riddle without a clue,
enchanted the lock that knew no key.
Your eyes, half shut, whispered unknowable truths
of freedom, liberty.
A freedom with the potential to become ingrained
in the heart I used to call my own
but gave to you, recklessly loaned indefinitely.
Your fingers, running down my shoulder blades
were a welcome prison. I knew I had
become eternally incarcerated with the sweet
pleasure of your sharp grip.
But it was your toes, their graceful curl
accompanied by a delicate gasp that told me
I had not been deceived. That I too
wielded unspeakable power.
That this trade of body parts was an equal match.
Your kidney for mine.
My ten knuckles for yours.
I have mapped every crease, every dent,
every blemish and curve.
And I hold them cautiously.
Forever wary that my carnal possessions
will never belong to me at all.