There I sat
beside a grounded fence,
a shattered man.
Torn to shreds,
ripped beneath.
We lied in sheets,
hid beside concrete,
tackled the wall,
dreams and all.
“I love you,”
I said.
It could’ve been,
yet it couldn’t have.
It was lust,
a triumph,
lobes that felt,
handles that caressed.
His eyes said
as my heart meant.
The bed
lied two,
yet one
beside none.
Oh,
“I’ll always,”
I said.
Atop
the loaded bed
that couldn’t say
yes.
sheets