I Wanted To Capture You and I Realized It Isn’t Probable

By: Full of It





I haven’t got a clue what it is
that always has me running off.
Someone
who does everything right
and i am a fraud.

I must feel like a psychotic!
isn’t that love?

You’ve convinced me that I’m psychotic,
what else can explain all this
wanting,
longing,
burning,
erotic psychotic desire?

You wouldn’t tie me down;
unless I asked for it,
hands knotted to the posts of your bed,
attempts to keep silent
writhing under your command.

Without asking,
slightly violent,
I’ll throw you against a wall
on a public new york city street
pin back your arms
bite me back, bite me back please.

Hips hypnotize
I will trace the line from shoulder to thigh
and somewhere in between.

I get lost in your eyes.
Lion eyes,
they light up when you talk sometimes.
Surreptitious and shredding into me,
propulsion of the arcane.

Is that not the thickest of tension looming between?