August First

October 4, 2013

Today I burned my tongue on the rim

Of the sweetest cup of sin

And I swooped in for

Seconds--Gulps of

Hell

To feel wanted again.

I find perfection in desolation,

Inner-revolution in destitution;

But when I felt him gravitate to

My nerves

I felt my headlights grind the curb.

It's you who read the space between shame and desire

And taught me our dreams can touch earth and go higher.

Darling man, it's okay,

You beat my challenge anyway.

It's I who didn't take the humble breathe to

Understand.

So here I lie with my legs closed wide

Wishing for nothing but you by my side.

Repeating ideas in each love poem of mine;

Craving and praying for a simple reply.

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