poems

EROTICA

it forbears with a daunting veracity

And sweeps one away

All the way to 

A lonely jaded life. 

The big "I'm finally desired"

Because 

"i was never understood"

Is a fake truth

That transfixes. 

The loins, 

The earth, 

We conspire to 

Roll in the mud

Making a puddle between and

Within us

In what

Animals would not do. 

Shakespeare nailed it, 

It's beastial. 

our whole life becomes about it

We get consumed 

It's our very reason 

And it's so simple, 

So we conjoin ourselves. 

Without regard, 

For what we are losing... 

"didn't you want to be a doctor?". 

Never mind our souls, 

Tarnished towards

Murdering 

Crime of passion 

Because our hearts and minds

Get corrupted. 

So

Don't 

Give in. 

Wait 

For the right moment, 

There's a certain sense of peace

About waiting 

Every fiber of you 

Will know

The right man. 

To sew your hearts together, 

Into a tapestry, 

For all of time. 

That's 

A bigger idea.