an angry inch

eye remember it
lying @ the bottom of a
bottle of cabernet
waiting
for me 2 drown my senses
in an inch of contradiction
of
if
eye loved you, of
all eye ever wanted 2 do
before taking a detour
before the senselessness of it
an inch of ambient lighting
and shadow, of
sensual
of ever
and after, the
milk of her thighs and eye
try my wings and fly from
thoughts of consequences, if any
an inch of synonymous motion
and inches of offenses
you always think
love is enough
until the first time you
cant give everything and
in love, eye
gingerly place the bottle
directly
2 my lips and drink

~ by abnegation on March 25, 2009.