So here I am;
breathing in your sweet perfume
and getting drunk.
Oxygen,
that prime motivator,
cuts off again
and I’m adrift once more.
Half way there
to an exquisite climax,
then back again;
down, down, down.
The avenues
always played my anthems
and whispered love
to all my lonely nights.
Kind of stupid of me
to have engaged you
in subtle conversation.
My lust is a hammer fist,
my intentions impossibly ignoble.
All I want to do
is tear off your skirt
and make you scream
profanities.
Enlightened
modern man,
with a pulse
and a purpose
is abhorrent.
This world is automatons,
mimicry the mating ritual.
Like is like like,
except when likes
bring unwanted attention.
Attack the cherry tree,
the fruit is pure,
but the pits are poison.
Here I sit,
smelling your perfume
and testing the limits
of this fabric.
I am not a little boy,
I am a man,
unashamed
and standing proud.
Caution to the wind;
I pass a compliment,
that’s been on my lips
since I met you.
Fuck it.
Let them crucify me.
No one ever won a game
from the sidelines.
-HG
