Puzzling.

And he makes me want to carve myself.
Starving from extended winter,
I beckon to you with a finger.
Trembling; my veins fill with splinters.

Wooden slivers cut me from the inside,
I race towards any assistance.
Pressed, I pray for brooding brilliance.
Why do you play my ribs like piano keys.

Signal to you with smoky urgency,
peer into your zippered soul,
through magnifying glass eyes,
I catch you in action.

Hinting at the secret;
the secret code to my hunter heart.
You can access its emotion.
But do not tell the others.

Capture me in your net,
I beach myself on your bed.
You become the shore,
I slap at you lazily, like ocean.

Flowing, we crash into one another.
Resonate within me like cymbals.
I vibrate—cut me in two million pieces.
I win with my hands down.

Hold me in your clammy palm,
then blow me away, like dust.
Just let me scatter.
I yearn to know all the places!

No longer a mortar fortress.
Refined by this scandalous resilience.
These broken embraces can get so jumbled.
Shutter me. Forget my vulnerability anyway.

Stormy.

A haunting melody emerges,
from deep inside a Scandinavian enchantress.
Her sentiments alluring, 
capture my fluorescence.

I yearn to be charmed;
she steals all the blessings.
Pricks me with a needle,
drawing blood from a peephole.

With one thread, spellbinding,
beads dance, emphasizing.
I underline a reminder,
joined at the waist, we mingle.

Crash into me like a stormy shore,
dampening my every pore.
Meet me inside a darkened cave,
your fingers are hungry.

Piercing, I sew us together;
classical dances align us.
Like a string coming loose,
we are forever unraveling.