Defining Destiny

          When you turn your back

          Towards me

          And pretend to be busy

          I know you smile and wait

          For me to run my tongue

          At the back of your neck

          And lacerate your heart

           Hot tip of your tongue

           Like the tip of a dagger

           Pierces my dreams

           Bringing my sword from

           Its scabbard

           To sharpen it

           On the edge

           Of your breath

         Like wet muslin sari

         Around the curves of a woman

         Caught in downpour

          I cling to your stiletto 

         And keep faith.

         Dispositions define destinies.  

Written with D Russel Micnhimer