i can not
speak
w/ ure eyes burning
that way
incinerating
all hope
& possibilty
between
u & me
i stand
brooding
in my unshakable cloud
of patchouli & guilt
wilting
my petals beneath
ure scorching brow
i
bow
to ure kindess
i
bend
to ure softness
swayed by the way
u say my
name
why don’t u speak
more goodness to me
sweetest friend
w/ the compassionate
soul
searching it deeply
for the meaning
of this
intrusion of ure space
my face
was made
to lay
beside ure own
look
at these lips
parted
thwarted
smarted
from uttering amiable lies
like butterflies
rising from their hidden places
fanciful traces
of what i don’twant u to know
honesty is thebest policy for
turning myself
inside out
heart strings
exposed for the binding
but
ure glare is blinding
me
from feeling u
w/ eyes lowered
i will abstain from furthering
this senseless pain
i have caused u
blame it on this drink
our
bubbly concoction
of time & desire
which has kept me
drunk
spilling kisses
all over
myself