The Lover's Unrequited Journey

Sticking me with you
The bones dwindled in my sunset
I was projected on the monitor
And scrutinised

You, running away, running;
Slower pace, come inside
Turn me into catharsis
Into the opposite of your demonic

Plague
I am forced into the crowded elbow
Of your heel; your leather and bark
In the boot of your truck

I am limp hands
I am core eaten apples
Shot men from the green pistol
He's a man; He's a true man

With red and blue veins
Or crimson and seasons of aqua
Fusions of weathering men
Crawling on the rained balcony

I was measured for a satire
And handed to the striking seamstress
Her husband was the tailor
Winking and wincing in the dim light

And I ran with you
As far as his prick would take me
To the very ends of the debatable earth
His juvenile hands welcomed me.