The Unnamed Poem

Skin, thin,

Let you in;

Must be meant to be

Create reality.

 

Play, say

“Come away:
Come make love to me,
Fake a fantasy.”

Break, take,
Make me ache

Take a piece of me,
Undo everything.

 

Tempt me, tempt me:  leave me empty.

Empty, empty:  reinvent me.

Author's Note

Thoughts and feedback please! Any title suggestions for this poem?