in that bitter black,
rolling and fumbling
with hopes' bloodied fingers
tugging at strings of dead love
in daylight's gutless glare,
eyes looking inward,
lightless and ******.

what did you think, girl?
that the curve of your back
would blind me to that
slack in your jaw?
that your mouth-hanging oh-so-clever
would leave me dumb with desire?

well, good for you, ******.

here i am, near two years down
and **** your ****** eyes and

yes

i still choose you,
poor brainless dumb-**** girl,
you and your legs,

and that

long

sweet

soft

sweep

of your dark neck,

darlin.