Those shoulders
Those hands
That radiant, youthful
Smile

The way my name
Leaves your throat
As if you haven't
Just met me

That kindness
And confidence
Which oft accompany
A voracious shadow

I imagine
Those hands
Taking my clothes off
Taking my breath
Taking my life

"No, I love it"
I would let you
Drag me to hell
With those lovely, strong
Arms

"I could see that"
Blessed with a vision
A fantasy
Of youth
And passion
******* in the bed of a truck

I remember
The boy from Idaho
Who rocked my world
Out the passenger side of his car
In a field of potatoes

An old, familiar
Addiction
An old, familiar
Intrusive thought

I could **** him up
For good
I could burn it all

And he'd never see it coming