The Price is a Body - Maveth

I did not drag you out of dying to hear you pray I sent you back with blood still honest so I could have you living, shaking, paid Kneel is not a metaphor here the stone is cold, my mouth is not you keep a king in gold and daylight you keep a god in what you’ve got **Chorus** Open. Stay. Count. I like you ruined on a schedule I like the sound you make when metal drags this piercing is not jewelry, darling it is a hook I fuck you with and brag Say *please* like it is law say *yours* like it is true I ate your death. I’m still not full of you He loves you soft. I take you thorough wrist and throat and pretty eyes I hold you still until you remember which one of us negotiated *alive* Suck the ring. That’s it. That’s worship drool is honest. So is need I talk you through it, mean and laughing *good. again. that was not the whole of the debt you owe me* **Chorus** Open. Stay. Count. edge you ‘til the Veil gets bored you come when I am done being amused wear my mouth home to the orchard let him find the bruise I used Love him. Fine. Then look at me while I take the night apart I like a consort split on purpose summer’s pulse, and death’s dark heart I could be kind. I’m not in the habit kindness is a living trick I want you clenching on the iron I want you begging on the tick Warm my cock and hold a conversation tell me about his hands, his bed then thank me like I ever asked you to mean the holy things you said **Last** Twenty-one, then you’re a feast not a wife, not a saint, not spared I want the mess, the shake, the after thumb on your pulse like I still care Which I do. In the way a god cares: completely, and with an appetite that does not share. I