Day 3
Yesterday I watched you through a glass window.
You were right there,
But i couldn't touch you.
I wanted to run through the glass
Bleed out your sweetness
Your touch was sweet,
But it faded so quickly–
like
you
used
invisible
ink–
I
can
feel
you
better
in
the
dark.
I guess I’m just too easy
My throat too dry
My thighs too vacant.
I satisfied my craving but sacrificed
your
i
l
l
u
s
i
o
n.
My mystic disguise
s
h
a
t
t
e
r
e
d.
And your eyes adjusted too quickly to the dimmed light.
Just ordinary.
I wish I could have preserved it,
Stuffed it with coy looks and batting eyes
Kept it on display in my living room.
I wish i could scream.
Stamp my feet.
Crawl back into your womb.
Light
you
on
fire.
Feel
your
warmth.
Feel
something.
Imagine that the smell of burning flesh is your burning passion.
I’m your toy.
Wind me up and watch me
clap
my
hands.
Look at me
Tell me you see something.
Sometimes i can’t tell if I’m real
If I’m just a shadow
A side-effect of the light.
can
you
see
me?
Yesterday I watched you through a glass window.
You were right there,
But i couldn’t touch you.
I wanted to run through the glass
Bleed out your sweetness,
Like molasses trudging through my veins.
But I just sat there.
The ink from my pen bleeding into my mouth
I felt nothing.
