I was deep in lucid sleep.
You fed me food doctor told me not to eat.
I didn't question,
but your motives to myself.
A landfill of poison,
and you mean it all for me.
Each rose another thorn,
each bite another death.
I was deep in lucid sleep.
My innocence I must keep,
is led astray for just on night.
Here I, to live, must fight.

Lust
       On
            Fingertips
                      Is Better
            Than
       Love
From
        *Lying Lips

As he snarled at my nakedness, I could only help but wonder if his intentions were of lust or love.

this feels like you, to me.
barefoot on the street with wind and nothing else in your hair
and a smile
on your face
trying to hold a phone and unwrap a starburst at the same time
you feel so much like you
you look almost happy
and so
i am.

food, ***, and cigarettes
i swam through the grease and  your smile cut me to the
bone
and you handed me a light
is that right?
we never talked before
and now we never will again.

the bile in my throat turns to dust
as i die at the memory
of being in your
arms once
again.

my stomach tightens with your grip on my wrists
thousands of years but i still remember it.