Thing
no reason but what it was I felt compacted into tiny globules
in my blood stream making me work for it, let me get so
close but then it rips away flirtation waves coax me outward
bound to whims I may not fancy but comply out of a profane
necessity to be at its heels answering to every singular
beck and call faithful as a dog for a bone I'd sit roll play dead
so real I'd bleed and suffer and bury myself all for it
didn't matter-- I wanted to be in the right hand of favor
be the lovely most desired pet be the sweetness the cure
the slave to every word or movement of a hand I would kiss
with fervor for it unexpectedly came on a night unpronounced
no name no meaning no reason but it was I felt compacted
into tiny globules in my blood stream pushing for something
I didn't dare to speak
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