stop smiling at me
when all you have in mind
is ******* me,
making me scream
on your bed.

stop staring at me
when you're thinking of
stripping me,
exhibiting my flesh
inch by tantalising inch.

it's better to touch me
because you'd like to know
what gold feels like
in the very palm
of your hands.

and it's better to hold me
because you believe that

the best things
never last a day
without slipping pieces of it
away from your grip.

cold september evening
i am dying to tell you
how much
i miss you
but i guess
if i die today,
i might feel regret
in the afterlife.
so i let it pass.

i guess it's easier
to tell me you love me
when i'm naked.
i hope you find yourself blankly forward
when i'm clothed someday.
my skin doesn't long
for your affection
and flowery words.
it was never yours
to please you, anyway.

beautiful visions of me
align before your eyes
and you stop
for a second
or was it a minute,
or an hour?
doesn't matter, you just
stood still.
you were looking at me
like i'm stripped off my clothes.
i'm wondering
what you're thinking about.
are you thinking about ******* me ******* your bed
or
dressing me up instead?

i don't know
but i think
you'd like to **** me
in a dress.

i am thirsty
for words that
amuse me
confuse me
and ****** me
i am blank
tonight
dry,
as a lover
without a cheap ****.

look / at the city
crying / and / starving
in great hunger / they cling to

dreary / dreaming
dashboards / dissolve
empty / essences
crying / circuses

red lights / tame business
green lights / offer pursuit
suits / oppressed
manipulated / scarred

help / help