I don't want to be your next poem
I don't want to be your next fling
I don't want to be your Adam
I am not some Eden, lingering
I don't want to lead astray
To waste a moment's time
The longer stemmed the apple's bite
The sweeter tastes the wine
I don't want you to bite me
and indulge in autumn's bliss
I don't want to taste your tongue
temptations reminisce
I don't want you to tease me
Those lips with practiced ease
I don't want to tease you back
In prayer down on my knees
I don't want to worship you
to sing your sacred hymns
I don't want your sacrament
your blood, your flesh, your sin
I don't want your ecstasy
to pay your carnal tithe
don't want you lain next to me
in precious wayward time
i don't want to hear your sighs
your breath upon my neck
your fingers furled around my throat
catching stolen breaths
don't make me your next poem.
but let me be a verse
purple, bruised, overused, imperfect, witty, terse
I don't want to want you
for want is wanton thin
i don't need to need you
just let the serpent in.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
I don't want to be your next poem
I don't want to be your next fling
I don't want to be your Adam
I am not some Eden, lingering
I don't want to lead astray
To waste a moment's time
The longer stemmed the apple's bite
The sweeter tastes the wine
I don't want you to bite me
and indulge in autumn's bliss
I don't want to taste your tongue
temptations reminisce
I don't want you to tease me
Those lips with practiced ease
I don't want to tease you back
In prayer down on my knees
I don't want to worship you
to sing your sacred hymns
I don't want your sacrament
your blood, your flesh, your sin
I don't want your ecstasy
to pay your carnal tithe
don't want you lain next to me
in precious wayward time
i don't want to hear your sighs
your breath upon my neck
your fingers furled around my throat
catching stolen breaths
don't make me your next poem.
but let me be a verse
purple, bruised, overused, imperfect, witty, terse
I don't want to want you
for want is wanton thin
i don't need to need you
just let the serpent in.
part of a pair of poems for a fellow poet who stole my heart for two months.
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