one

the blessing of a generous mouth
the union of flesh without a well-versed conversation
the reckless promise of wasted kisses
and rush of amazement
every variation of lust,
a solo above the choir
deafening
unspoken
color radiating from a stained glass lamp,
the complex interplay
stroking my hunger for it
ruthless and coaxing
a one hundred ninety-seven dollar
total disregard for all of my empty feelings,
a servant emancipated
beholden 2 no one
the unraveling, the
fraying sense of mortality
of searching for this grand currency
of nothing, of eternity much ado
and eye don’t feel it,
eye don’t need for the awkwardness
of love when eye have you

~ by abnegation on January 26, 2009.