Cradle me in indecision.
But never rinse me clean.
Is it so absurd that one can love you?
Even grime has it's glory:
hunger.
A man beautiful,
thirsty for quest.
I shed no more sugar stains.
No more crocodiles.
The rotation of a day,
and more
days.
Moonrise eventually.
But I am sad to say
The pursuit in dusk
will forever hold you this way.
May you never wake up alone,
May you never wake up empty.
Although I already
Know you do.

I too am wandering this darkscape.
Many men have offered me love,
Or a decent roll-around.
But trust absent
And emotion lacking.
I always felt hallow beneath my feet.
I could feel the trap door.
And I am not sure
If you are the exception
or
The acceptance
for the way of maddened lovers.

A midnight love will never see the sun.
But please,
Never talk me out of this.