Authority.

If you let me,

the lightning in my heart

could strike the sand in your soul
and turn you to glass,
breakable and honest.
 

The last thing your demons
would taste would be the
poison on my lips,
a kiss that could starve
your anxieties and ignite
your spirit.

My fingerprints
on your skin could
suffocate every doubt and
scrape the worries from your
shoulders.

My body could
be the nourishing well where
you come to heal yourself,
where you remember how to
breathe.

If you let me I could be
yours in a way no one has
been before or will be again.