We meet in front of the hotel
You lean in to kiss me and with precise
pin my arms behind my back.
I am lost in your kiss that keeps promising more
and I don't mind
when you rip my left arm clean off
tossing it onto the hotel awning
which buckles a little.
I think someone is screaming
as you tear off my right arm
and hurl it onto a parked car
causing the alarm to go off.
Under normal circumstances
I would be concerned
over the attention we are drawing
as a small crowd gathers.
But my head has no room
for thoughts like that right now.
You can feel the blood draining
from my face, growing cold
and you ask if there is anything I want to say.
I press my lips to your ear and whisper,
"As usual, you read my mind."