Silken yellow honey stains
on my sweater, two sizes
too big, scrubbed for days.
Stubborn marks won't go away
not that I'd complain,
colors bloomed on night crusades.
Starved fast, no gains
still faithful bones remain
on this ardent search, pleasure abstains.
Selfless stares from a distance,
untouchable daydreams inflating
my head with lavender and persistence.
So hard not to over think, excavating
expectations, when you scrutinize
hope you see devotion in my veins.