The abuser

Look behind you

I seek to find you

I sniff the leather

Upon your shoe

When I own you

When I've bound 

You

They'll grit their teeth

At what ill do

For all those

Busy

Watchful owls

Downgrade my smile

Into a scowl

Your telegraph

Lens

Thick hands will pluck

Mouth shall never

Run amuck

Cocoa bee

You belong to me

I tatooe kisses

On your skin

Upon the wing

We're on the fringe

Of leaping past the 

Sun

Ill knit you 

A tail

Of razor gold

Each needle prick

The blood behold

The pricelessness

Of world's

Now dimmed

Charcoal with milk

Just let me in

For I am butter

Melting oil

Make no sound

Likes rasping foil

Within your skin

Ill tiptoe in

They tell you

I don't own you