my girlfriend is a situation
like mother
she speaks in episodes of jarring emotion
that i both despise and love
hours of confusion follow us
where our paths kiss
she tickles my bloodstream.

like mother
her dreams are flammable
bound by chains of rule
too vogue
tear the center spread, lover
start an ancient fire of rebellion.

she reeks of ivory towers, winery and sweat
enveloped in her sweet debris
a depository of nervousness
recurring desires when we meet
mother would be proud
while i push away her dreams
to the edge of the world.

nice-time girls abhor me
my situation has doubts
her flickers of love
could they fail to ignite
my warmth
in the chaos outside.