Force yourself to choose, as dark & honest as it gets.
She said, "I don't require you." with eyes that can't recognize regret.

Feverish like wicker man

Tough to reach like Mariana

Gorgeous, unsupportive

I would gladly follow you to slaughter

I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to see what's inside

Pulsing, spinning, alive as the wind
Grinning as I explore the confines

They say you move like angels;
these doors must be closed

It's not going to hurt you,
you're only exposed.

On the east end, there's a chamber
where the weak end barely
a cut beyond Ms. Short;
can you blame her?

Vigilant as hawks, there's a scent
that the crowd gawks over
on their way to pay for ******;
here the filthiest repent.

On the pavement, there's a clue
as to another payment made
by loyal patron;
we're left to wonder, who?

In Whitechapel, there's a tale
of crimson gravel split
by thick-skinned knees;
their owner has since gone stale.

"Take care."
Always a taking, here or there
Take a ******, then take a wife
Take time from working to make a life
Take one you're loathed
Take a few, you strike a monster's pose

So we take take take
Some feel fear in the wake
I wait for what's worth taking
I wait, contemplate the shaking

Know your water from your air,
The batted lashes from that gorgeous hair
Believe in those words & the way they fall
Trust the posture, don’t misread the sprawl

It’s all wanting, I only think I own these walls
So, in the end our visits are just hauntings
Left me with a wish I hadn’t met yet
Kept at bay like the signs say, “Exit”
Waiting for a ship or a slip or a chance to put fire to wick
Look at this: all wanting, no fix