Alex Stolis

The Knife-Thrower’s Wife

She said, let’s forget we’re strangers 

Let’s talk about ragged breath
gasps for air

Let’s talk about rope
binding hands, ankles

Let’s talk about pleasure too deep to describe

Let’s talk about exquisite agony, the freedom
of release 

Let’s talk about communion when pleasure collides with pain

Let’s talk about creating a world, our own wide-awake- make-believe-reality

Let’s talk about bruised wrists
flushed lips

Let’s talk about blindfolds 
black/white/red/silk/satin/cotton

Let’s talk about a hand on throat
fingers in pussy

Let’s talk about nails digging into skin

Let’s talk about pulsing sweat and body
pressed tight against the wall

Let’s talk about us

I bet you’re in love with me now