All I do
is practice patience
And all they do
is take
take
take
And I’m the one
praying for forgiveness.

Like mud
drying in the sun
until it's stiff as starch

I kept my eyes
tightly shut
(to keep the monsters out.)

I drank salt and
whispered softly, "I love you,
I love you, "

until it meant nothing -
Until I was struck
dumb as a cookoo clock

Your skin is ruddy
and you’re made of rock.
I’m part naivety
and part alcohol,
trying hard to swallow
my need for you to touch me.

You told me
on more than one occasion,
That you bought me the moon
because I was so pretty,

And that was our gift:
the night
healed and illuminated,
Where I would talk your ear off
and you would be my rock
But eventually
the moonlight fell short,
And I spent too many nights
Calling out your name
When you turned your back,
And it took me months
just to let you go
Months I spent praying
it was just a stupid joke

But the moon is just a pale rock
whose light keeps me awake
restless on the bed we shared.

We kiss until our lips chap - slow, painful kisses
Because of the sweat
because of the fruit
because I love you, always,
You, with your
skunk smoke drifts
and tequila sweat,
Your flavor hasn't changed at all

And it's been five years
I still write poetry about you

I would have liked
a goodbye ****
One last time
to scream your name
and beat your chest,
But like everything else
it was too much to ask.

I laugh now
over how we both knew
That I never would have left,
Because somehow
I’m always falling for
doom and gloom *******

And it’s getting old, fast.

I taste paradise
on your skin,
Come to Eden
again,
In the name
of everything holy,
How are you sculpted
so perfectly?