i lie on a coarse surface
with edges grazed with madness
to fall in love is to fall for a sadness
thriving in a moment
i panic
an essence breaks a poet
stolen in nostalgia
breaking and taking
fucking and craving
your brains in my face
an intelligent grace
running in fields never felt like this
your hands on my thighs
it tastes like wine
it feels like we’re on fire
drunk in you but drunk in me
feigning for a love
i never quite understood
the warm and dry
i used to wonder why
i used to hide
in the dark of your aura
finding myself in tears of a sullen man
broken by a muse
who lit his words with ice
throwing them with force
holding them
with no remorse
no deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed