Love's Suicidal
A final request for forgiveness
before I lay me down to sleep
My mind fills with caustic fumes
retracing perfumes once consumed
it was her scent I yearned to
roll around my tongue like a
connoisseur of fine wine
Amused by muses, I've misused these
Misconceptions & understandings
known to well by well wishes
while making sentences as plain
as teary eyed apologies that lead
to the removal of lace, fitted
sheets pulled from mattress corners
and tissue balled on a nightstand
Compensating for spills paper towles
do not properly absorb like
peguins in oil spills and women
in sequin, fine me for
this prophecy I'm having.
For thoughts and sins I keep at bay
yet condemned anyway.
I want to pump heaven in my veins
as if Jesus was heroin
and she was a heroine
sent to give me the highest high.
For her love... I would seek
intervention while secretly
abusing her prescription,
Lock myself away in a square space
and drift upward in spirals...
Addicted
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