The Alchemy

You load the dishes like it’s war, not a chore,
Each plate aligned like a soldier, nothing more.
But I am watching, knees slightly apart,
Tracking the way you move, the way you start.
You hum, unarmed, and I'm already fire,
Undressing you with breath and quiet ire.

You cut the pool like knives in holy wine,
Your back is a map I’d trace like it’s divine.
You breathe like a beast disguised as something tame,
While I become the girl who plays with flame.
The ripples envy how I dream your skin,
My hunger prowls, and yours lies deep within.

You roll the dice; I play the longer game,
You try to win, but darling, I don’t tame.
Your fingers twitch, you shift to hide the bluff,
I want your sighs, your breaks, your wicked rough.
You speak in moves, I read your every tell,
Each loss of yours rings like a dinner bell.

You conquered me at chess, boy, what a subtle thrill,
The kind of win that makes the blood go still.
“Checkmate,” you gushed, with all might,
And I saw stars behind your narrowed light.
That gleam, that spark of your thoughts sharp and unshy?
I swear I would’ve wrecked you on the sly.

You walk through rooms like silence wears your name,
But I’ve unwrapped your stillness into flame.
You arch when praised, then flinch when pulled apart,
A war is written underneath your heart.
You think control is yours; how sweet, how vain,
When I'm the god who drinks you like champagne.

You swore the beast was shackled in the dark,
But I’ve been teaching it your scent, your spark.
Each moan you thought the silence would erase
Now lingers sharp, embalmed in sacred place.
You dream of peace, but I only dream of flame,
And build my altar from your buried shame.

You reach for touch, not knowing what it takes
To love a woman shaped by all her breaks.
I don’t make love, lil' cub, I conjure and consume,
I bloom like wildfire in a breathless room.
I kiss fiercely with holy claim,
And carve my scripture into blood and name.

And when you sleep so warm, so unaware,
I watch the ruin sleeping in your stare.
You think you’re safe, but darling, you’re not wise;
The gods I haunt don’t ever leave alive.
You’re mine; you are my flame, my song, my hunger’s ache,
And I’m the prayer your shaking bones still fake.

So hush now, love, the reckoning is done,
Your citadel collapsed beneath my tongue.
Your breath against my collarbone is a vow,
No need for mercy here and now.
You called it lust, but darling, can't you see?
I'm a woman forged from want and alchemy.