Grateful
for the way
you loosened my tongue
unlocked the longing
let nature, unfettered,
spill forth
For the keys
to the dance floor,
the illusion
of manhood -
the sing-songs,
punch-ups,
lock-ups
and lovers
But that part played,
what's left
is loveless.
You weigh on my mind,
you get in the way,
you pin my arms
and force your way in
My boys are watching.
You'd have them think
this was normal, natural -
you're waiting
with your glistening invitation
to take them down
this perilous path
Wasted
days wasted
they watch.
I wish
myself washed
of this witchcraft.
I'll raise a glass
in this hall of mirrors
then set it down
untasted.
We'll always have
the past, I suppose.
Now please,
just let me be.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
Grateful
for the way
you loosened my tongue
unlocked the longing
let nature, unfettered,
spill forth
For the keys
to the dance floor,
the illusion
of manhood -
the sing-songs,
punch-ups,
lock-ups
and lovers
But that part played,
what's left
is loveless.
You weigh on my mind,
you get in the way,
you pin my arms
and force your way in
My boys are watching.
You'd have them think
this was normal, natural -
you're waiting
with your glistening invitation
to take them down
this perilous path
Wasted
days wasted
they watch.
I wish
myself washed
of this witchcraft.
I'll raise a glass
in this hall of mirrors
then set it down
untasted.
We'll always have
the past, I suppose.
Now please,
just let me be.
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