i am not prayer; i am poetry
and exist within
(and outside)
a realm of preconceived notions
about choices from august nights
and i still experience
that uncomfortable humidity
that pours from hot breath and hollow hearts
have you ever stopped to think
that i am more than
a look on my face
(an aparent sign of ****** activity)
and that the feelings we share are not mutual
i am sexless
and will not submit myself to: *** of sorry/
of fifty mile travels/
or because you are homesick/
or because you walked me to my car
parked 50 feet away
because i am more that fifty feet
and i am more than prayers and poems
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
i am not prayer; i am poetry
and exist within
(and outside)
a realm of preconceived notions
about choices from august nights
and i still experience
that uncomfortable humidity
that pours from hot breath and hollow hearts
have you ever stopped to think
that i am more than
a look on my face
(an aparent sign of ****** activity)
and that the feelings we share are not mutual
i am sexless
and will not submit myself to: *** of sorry/
of fifty mile travels/
or because you are homesick/
or because you walked me to my car
parked 50 feet away
because i am more that fifty feet
and i am more than prayers and poems
