
don't you dare speak to me with those words
those words that say
we're quite familiar
in that intimate sway lovers share,
you don't know me
like that.
it's only blatant desire
unscathed
untested
relentless.
and yet, you pursue me with words
wrapped around the heat of a throbbing intention,
words won't hold me
when the nights stretch
and sleep runs with the last lie behind her skirt
as she swaggers in
with that condescending eye
reminding you one too many times
how you're not quite the man you could have been
and it's all your fault
is this what you call love?
never!
I don't think you've met love
as that, to me is nothing more
than the grinding of testicles
by fema-nazi shoes,
blood red stiletto heels
splatter across the wall any vestige left
of some dangling hope,
talk to me and tell me truth
make me see,
but never dribble those useless words,
show me now and make me feel
the need of you ...
( by: ajs.05/15/2008)