Another Way to Say It

My words are just a tool I use

To understand how much I feel for you

I feel the burn of spent reserves

And know I'm running out of words

They repeat and on the canvas

I see thinning, dying bones

And use them up again to spare their misery

And all I'm looking for

Is another way to say

I want to taste the lint in your belly button

Another way to say

I want to smell you sweating in my bedroom

I want to hear your heartbeat through my chest

I want to see you naked in your sunday clothes

I want to feel you crushing me above me

Penetrating me beneath me

I want to taste your ****** cracked lips

And feel you biting off my tongue

And see your nickel eyes conjoined

And hear your disappointed sigh

And smell the smoke on all our clothes and on your breath

And when I dream of being close to you

I see me not fulfilling you

I see my noble efforts come to nothing

After seven minutes trying

And I stumble from you, crying

And I see that time

Of yours and mine

Where all my bets go on the line

The game is lost

And then the cost

Our evening destroyed

And just like every time before

After you've shown me the door

I'll just keep asking more

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