I was out most of yesterday hence reblog and I believe I will be out today as well



My instincts cannot comprehend

The necessity of affectation

They implore me to drink

Even as I stand before you now

Drunk on the nuance of your exhale


I study you under a sodium vapor lamp

A love, that on entreaty would destroy

My tongue tampers with the dimensions

Of your smile, wondering if a promise could

Be suctioned from your failing lungs

Like a child’s petulant cry for mercy


I prefer the invention of romance

To its application, some moments

Become astringent when held

Too long against the palate


The suspicion of maneuver

Tears tenderly at my heart,

But my pride is not forthcoming

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