Past whispered in my ears
warnings of your touch
that your hands deserved
smoother canvas,
so you grew calluses
and reached for me again.
It insisted I flee
that even you must tire
defending your honesty,
so you forged iron jaws
and told me again.
It asked if I was worthy
I shrunk to nothingness
cowering in face of my victim,
so you kissed my ears
and whispered once more
I will love you unworthy.