Self-inflicted

I peeked behind the curtain again
Wanting to be wrong
Knowing I wouldn’t

Embers warm and hissing still
Masochist voyeurisme 

Such infatuation, desire
And tenderness between you
Sweet concoction to lace
This blade forged in the fires
Of my own lust

No dim in your eyes
No tremor in your voice
No recoiling from my hand 
Coulda shoulda been
A paranoid spell

But it’s really you
Yearning him
And it’s really me 
Writing this
Isn’t it?

I staked my heart        I did
You’d never make
Love                           to another
Stories
A fool                          out of me

How I feel right now

Shredded and wilted tobacco 
Bracing and aching for the flame
Hunk turned to husk with one lie
Emptiness spreads like a swarm
Ruptured at the seams again 
Bawling in the rain in the park
Heartbeat recedes, barely a whisper 
Caresses like razors I’m bleeding

Mined Love

Grinding buzzing in the air 
Ravenous thirsty affair
His fingers pulling on hair
Not mine

He’s got the hang of it, so quick 
Swipe right, share album, click
The perfect angle on that dick
Pic

Male in heat eager and spry
Wings unclipped, bound to fly
Insane of me to cry
Now

That knot in my gut so tight
Sleep eludes me late at night
But my heart swells at his sight
Still, always

He feels mine and I feel his
Everyday I crave his kiss
Eternal marital bliss
Mined love