Now, there was a time, when a little inspiration dripped
off the rounded edge of my pink cheek.
I was paralyzed when you'd speak-
and biting my tongue- a lip lined
with salt blood, satiated my taste for pain.
And all at once, we did it again.
Was it good for you?

Dive into my dream without clarity,
and without fear, a curious year,
a long song that lingers mindfully,
to the tune I can dance- but the feeling
cant be faked, or reproduced, or recorded
Once it is done, Im all over- "you"
and it doesn't matter that there is no closure,
you can't touch me anyway and you knew you never could.

More closed off than you'll ever know,
You pretend you exist within the spaces
where you can see the meaning, but I know
all you are gleaning is emptiness. The reason?
You aren't brave enough to deal with the substance
or the excrutiating pleasure that comes
from the profound understanding of another
in true naked form.

Did you expect sincerity, when you have none to give?

Live she'd provide the tide that rocked
one swollen ship while you'd bite your lip -and now,
I call you out, while you drown down the ample fear
that beats up your hard heart.

A hard heart ceases bleeding. Marble is cold and dry.
Still it is used to build and save
as the Egyptians did- round the tombs of their greatest
eternal treasure. You guard it like a dead god.

And in the eve, I knew it wasn't even me, for you it was a reprieve
from her- the one responsible for your desperation-
and the reason you will never ever come close again.
A sad end to a beautiful well covered by a sewer cap
to block out the rats so the water stays pure.

Keep your aquafina, I crave flavor
a kiss I can savor and a hold that can
deny me flight. The only way it is right- a touch I'll remember
And then, only to him, will I surrender.