Shame on me for not imagining you
-the way you taste when unclean
-the way you sing when poorly played
-the way you laugh at my cynicism
Shame on me for these deviant desires
-for needing (more than) you
eight days a week
-for inviting other, prayer-less lips
into our union
-for delivering the honesty that
every liar’s always claiming they want
Shame on me for failing to fix the universe
-not putting an end
to time’s torrential changing of us
-not always being surefooted
on the slippery slopes
-not having the means to comfort you
in the face of inevitable death
Shame on me for gladly drowning here
-all the pleasure I use to choke your words
-all the monstrous mess I leave
inside of you
-all the witching hour arousal we brew
Shame on me for ever feeling shame
-tis you who demands I be happy
-tis you who outstrips
every naughty broad
-tis you who chooses to keep me
So shame on you…
for nothing at all
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