i perfected this poem inside a starbucks. the scent of espresso made me nauseous, but i wouldn't have done it any other way.
Suburban lust
beyond the times
i lied about lust
in the bedrooms and backseats
of adolescence
muffling my screams
or blotting my tears
that stained my cheeks
from endless years
of permanent longing
for superficial affection
forever fleeting
forever questioning love
only to realize it was just a riddle
a neverending game
my passion reduced to foreplay
my fantasies stripped to carnal nothingness
sure, i'd kiss and conduct
that symphonius mind-fuck
i dare anyone call my bluff
i kissed his curves
and made him scream
he did me justice
and came clean
after countless times
and space i lied in bed
commiting to unruly deeds
as me now, was it fulfilling?
after sleepless nights
and empty mornings
his lust still means nothing to me
but i'll do him justice
and boldly proclaim
if he were ever to approach me
i'd do it all again.
