i didn't know
that he had managed
to trade my sighs
for screams and that i
had fostered fate
like a membership application--
ticking away opportunities
like failed tests
with the tip of his sex:
he was a million copies
of my meanings
and my feelings unfurled
in his moments
and i wanted to open up
my urges
and dare him to envision
ecstasy;
yet we yearned for power-plays
and splayed thighs,
whilst we dutifully adored
anything anal.
i dug danger from his brows
with tweezers
and feigned belief
for the very breath of his beats
but his voice remained
a vicious breeze
and i vied
for transformations.
so i tried to distort him
into overused expressions
and label him human,
until he became aware
of his created dilemmas--
the penny in his pocket
led an overspent existence,
when forgotten
beneath friday's fading appeal
and the hole didn't hinder
reality's ruse...
remembered only
when the penny fell through.
my knees are cold now
and i wish to kiss his scratchy cheeks,
to blow alphabets
like a blanket, across his ails
and to float to the ceiling
of his concerns
before i merge with hell's elements
and all is fucked.
Adding your comment:
