You told me that you trust me
and we'd take things to the edge.
Though
you never did determine
if our edges were the same.
But does it really
matter
if pleasure blends with pain?
You told me that you trust me
With the knife against your throat.
Then
in softly whispered murmurs
as my nails raked your back.
But will you
still be trusting
when it's too late for changing tack?
You told me that you trust me,
I can't help but wonder why.
Perhaps the
blade enchants you
casts a glamour in the night.
But will you stay
enchanted
in the early morning light?
You told me that you trust me,
yet trust's easy to betray.
Still you're
trusting in an image
a play, of mystery and sin.
But will you still
believe it
when the actings wearing thin?
I never said I'd trust you,
or tell you of my rules.
Still let's push it
to our limits
and we'll see what can be learned
But if travelling
disturbs you
don't say you've not been warned.
