I dropped you a line
glittering with captured butterfly
offered you a flight into tomorrow.
It was innocently
done, no malice in mind,
a soft whimper of remembrance,
I glued together nights and words
that unpeeled the wallpaper.
You took me by surprise,
reaction keened by a year of anger;
gouged another nugget of my flesh
to satisfy your hunger.
S & M in books looks much messier
than your precise
indentations: all returns barred
with the usual obliteration.