I'm looking to feel your adoration
nothing less than absolutes
I want to feel worshipped
the most forbidden of the fruits.

I want the passion burning through you,
show me what you can do for me,
look at me like I'm the solution
an answer to your every plea.

I may not be
the remedy for your illness
the cool water for your thirst
but let's pretend, why don't we?
that I can quench that raspy throat.

We can keep and keep pretending
-After all, it's my favorite game-
that I'm special, that we're not ending,
that I'm a lady you can claim.

 

Stop reading my poems

looking for yourself

drawn across my lines

hidden behind curtains of ink.

Stop trying to see your reflection

in every one of my verses

listening so damn carefully 

for the slightest shimmer

of your diamond name.

Egocentric.

Egotistic.

So full of shit

and of yourself.

This life is mine to live,

my words are mine to write,

I don't revolve, like a moon, around you.

Even if this poem is about you

it's a mere warning

to back away.

 

You hold me

With the strength of someone

Afraid to lose a bird

Kept between hands

But the bird doesn't fly

The bird holds still

You hold me

And expect the worst

I let you

With the raptorial yearning

Of tasting butter on tongue

Puckered lips

Orange zested

Salt rimmed smiles

The smell of cold air

I alone extinguished

The words I expected

From the depts of your soul

I digged too far

Pushed you over

Took away your self-control

Yet you hold me

my body shivering from

the sequin starred night

the biting cold against 

my burning skin

You hold me

Delicately

And kiss me like you mean

To erase every tear

You ever made me shed

I let my hummingbird heart 

stay a purring burden

in the hands that hold me

I forgive you

And forget you were the cage.