The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

take me to church
we can play with creation
make me your god with the right reservations

Foreplay
begins in the mind
and finishes
when she does

Instead of having a key made
I shaved down the walls of my heart to make you fit

But In the end all Im left with is the damaged lock of our connection —

And the notion that I am so desperate to be cared for, that I would damage my own security.

Take my hand she says
But even if I remembered how, I couldn’t
For all my hands feel
Are the tingling painful absence of yours