||[Jun. 22nd, 2009|11:48 pm]
I try to hush my body –|
I am almost certain you can hear
my muscles contract and expand at an accelerated rate
inappropriate for friends.
I harness fugitive thoughts
that have escaped to my vocal chords, propelling
forward admonitions and I’m scared.
Scared that I’ll confess, sure, or if not,
that my teeth might shatter, that my tongue
might rupture in their resistance. They plead
to some false sensibility that deems this
My fearless pheromones must be tamed, before
they render the same state as when you first laid
your hand on my thigh, gleaming anxiously at me,
wondering if i would flinch or flee at your trail-blazing
I didn’t move.
I encage that woman, not because
I have forgotten what it is to love you,
but because I know the truth
won’t set me free.
It is a nice thought
resigned to fantasy,
because it won’t always work
out how you want.
And sometimes, its better to
share a beer with a friend
and keep your quivering lungs