I Still Don’t Write Poetry

You

There could never be Trust or Friendship or Love or Respect

All things I want and Need

So why is it your breath I feel on my neck when it’s quiet and dark?

Desire betrays

The demon is flesh

I’m warm and hard and

broken and dumb

I close my eyes

and all I see is

your lips

your lips.

 

I Still Don’t Write Poetry

You

There could never be Trust or Friendship or Love or Respect

All things I want and Need

So why is it your breath I feel on my neck when it’s quiet and dark?

Desire betrays

The demon is flesh

I’m warm and hard and

broken and dumb

I close my eyes

and all I see is

your lips

your lips.