oh
spin me
again
in ure
web of
lies
& those
pretty
eyes that
paralyze
me
oh
spin me
again
with that
drunken grin
in a glass of
“ure beautiful”
& tonic
& gin
oh
spin me
‘round
giddy
with ure
dulcet
deceits
tell me
i’m perfect
that i’m
all that u
need
unable
to read
between
the lines
blind to
the truth
that i’m
rotted
fruit
once
bitten
thrice
shy
&
now
rebuked
for my
sickening
sweetness
that makes
u distressed
TAKE ME
BACK
to square
one
back
to the
fun
when u
kept to the
script
without
moving
ure lips
oh
spin me
some
more
so i
won’t
cry
any
more
for
that
spilt
milk
on the
floor
that
will
never
ever
dry

ures
is the
only
mouth
i want
to feed
eat me.
drink me.
feel me.
fear me.
fear this
intimacy
i carry
w/ me
that
doesn’t
need u
to tell me
where i
want to
be
even now
u sleep
beside me
when
u’d
rather be
alone
while i
bemoan
my outcast
state
w/ quiet sighs
& mournful hate
for never
being able
to be
“enough”
entrusted w/
ure sullen
wit
i imagine
we’ll dance
forever
like this:
apart
but
together
prelude
to a kiss
or
stormy
weather
i derive
no pleasure
from loving
alone
useless
unwanted
a voice
on a phone
condensing
my universe
at the
sound of
the tone
give me
purpose
to this
fever
in my
bones
that shrieks
that delights
in the
scraps
i am
thrown
NOURISH ME.
COMFORT ME.
FEED ME.
the intimacy
i need
for me
or please

leave.

me.

be.

ure
fragrant
sweat
adorns
my
pillow
the
wallpaper
speaks
ure
name
dream-like
images
crawl
towards
the ceiling
reeling
in agony
dancing
in shame
i am
too
consumed
by
thoughts
of u
& ure
piercing
eyes
to surmise
where i’m
going
or where
i’ve been
singed
by
ure
line
drawing
infecting
my skin
indelible
sketches
of our
latest
sin
leaching
thru my
pores
like
bubbling
sores
with
scores of
places
needing
ure
curative
tongue
come
heal me
again
from this
boiling
tirade
frothy
&
thick
&
shiny
&
slick
this
sickness
that
drips
from
my
lips
caramelizing
between
us
into
every
thing
u
ever
want

to

feel

i’m
free
as a
lark
don’t
cage me
in
w/ promises
of
luxury
& protection
from the
wind
i made
my own
nest
for seasons
to come
blessed by
the
rain
&
tamed by
the
sun
don’t tempt
me
fickle boy
w/ ure
delectable
treats
only to cast
me
onto the
street
once ure
fancy wanes
& the moon
changes
peaks
let me
sing
for u
softly
from my
hallowed
retreat
i can coax
from my throat
any sound
that u
ask
ure
willing
songstress
awaits the
task
so please
cut this
ribbon
tied to my
feet
my sprit is
broken
i feel too
weak
i’ve lost sight
of the crumbs
back to my
perch
back to my
altar
back to my
church
if i promise
to stay
will it
comfort u
will u
sweep me
away
in ure
tearful
monsoon
to sing of
our sorrows
happily
in
tune
as
two
untamed
birds
with
volumes
to
croon