We spectate at a distance with dystopian minds
In an unmistakable agony.
I watch you, and your eyes are fixated
On my swollen decaying body.
The sounds of ***** males, and inquisitive females
Has surrounded us and melted into eternal white noise.
I can feel my villainous heart beating to get out
As you flick your eyelashes and drift close to me;
I bathe in your scent and catch your whisper,
Spewing out those dangerous words, "I love you."
The majority, ordinary, type of man lacking individuality
Has approached you with the sole intent of doing the thing;
I do not think him worthy of your footprint, but oh well.
I'm the last of my kind. I play in other dimensions
Inside a Tipi. Sorry to let you down.
Don't get me wrong, because I could grow to love you
And appreciate all your eccentricities,
We could be strange together and drink homemade wine
And travel the subconscious aches of last year,
And death would not be able to catch us,
And sorrow would flee to the mountains as we approach,
And ennui could be used as a cue to indulge in *******,
And no I will not tame you, nor you tame me.
So I stand and fling my possessions in the trash,
Placing a two-line poem on my forehead.
I drift past you without a goodbye,
Forever gone, unmistakably tired.
A love poem I am fond of.