Your diction

With your big rounded grey underlines
Of eyes so bright
Melted stars
Illuminise

Spinning table tops
Under and beneath
Trace the lines of my wrist
What message is there in it

You smile and I shiver
The messenger 
We know as we quiver in darkness, 
Still some light. 

I am held back though
From some dying fear 
As I scream your name
You rough beneath me
You smirk 
All the girls like this, you said.

And we know I want to be loved.