For Q

A knife with a blade like a thief. It sings against my skin as I dare you to love with my eyes. The chains whip at my intellect and now you will be charged with larceny. I hear the song of your heartbeat, as the moon adjusts to hear your hymn of praise my way. It is a kiss, a sacrament to be able to love publicly. It is my tongue that gives you the blood to PRAY in a different way before you are able to PREY on none. You need to feed in privacy with a chosen pack of fools who elevate you falsely. One day the ISLAND of Puerto Rico will call you to return. I know you then, but it is different now. Gorillas at the zoo would call you through and THEN you would know what it is to be living in CAPTIVITY. For NOW, you are my capture. I witnessed your face actually melt in front of me in the city of Indy. I did not let even terror into view so you were able to morph back to normality quickly.