Smitten

Just like eggshells
within the sea's palm
feel safe -
when your lecherous hand
grasps mine,
I do.

White pillows lay plump
impregnated with metal,
and as you kiss my neck,
I'm smitten.

The condensation
on our crisp windows
remind me of us,
and how you make me feel.

And as my scattered curls
rest limp on the sheets,
my dignity stays behind
with loyalty.