The flash of your knife

You read me and it makes me ponder, 

Head out guess words therefore 
think and stray from the cave

I collect some mammoth reelings 

Fished from the air 

Like a bucket of wishes

They are the gift

I am the narrator 

They'll illuminate the cave 

you are their painter 

I am the model you colour to life

Try to be still 

A twitch of my cock

The flash of your knife 

I don't know how it works

I think about you 

and these sparks arise  

I lay my words on your bell jar 

and flashes erupt

I am naked 

the brush of your wonder 

dictates the fullness of my hue 

My devoted reader 

I only exist 

In forteen shades of you.

lllustration - Gustav Dore