I.
I lied about the earthquake,
the trembles and the songs.

II.
My back stiffens at the thought
of his mouth on my neck.

It is the spark,
a pursed lip on my lobe,
the tongue just behind,
hand underneath my knee.

Captivate.
Mountains can not move me now.

III.
I've never been afraid of the dark,
and I always come alone.