I still find comfort in you
As if I have made a home in that crevice in your neck
You know
The space between your head and your heart
Where I'd place drunken admirations ever so often
And it always ended in my folly...
But no
I do not blame or hold you accountable to anything less than chivalrous
Besides your thirst for me
And the cup I'd lay at your feet ever so often
And now
My truths have led to false accusations of utter lust
But oh God it was more than that... ever so often.