Somebody once told a mendacity
that all humans are linked by an invisible thread
and I'd like to think you and I are meant to be
but I'm a maladroit when it comes to these things.
I just wish I could taste your lips,
the lips that I've dreamt of
upon nights of no end.
This unrequited sensation is unlimited.
And when you look at me and smile
I melt into water,
slipping further into cracks
so you can't see the green and blue monsters that harbor in my soul like the sea,
they crash and bang for
you.
Like the way you play your drums,
beating lust into my brain.
I feel no doubt,
I don't even want to get closer to you.
You will rip me apart time and time again,
just like every other god among men.