I don't have all the answers
to every single question
you want to ask me.
How could I,
I'm not an ancient one
& I want you,
I hunger for a change.
And though your music
hurts my ears &
your fashions scream,
I'll let you be free.
I promise,
you will like the way
I can tickle you fancies,
set the mood
for you to disappear
inside of
my aching-heart,
your desire.