How I Want Love...

 
I want to find love     
in the midst of trouble         
and danger      
so that I have all the         
reasons to run away         
from it   
      
but God, I know     
I'd yearn         
for those kisses         
and curses under breaths,           
those sharp grasps             
and grunts         
under the sheets,      
overlapping with my         
body's eager blues      
of fuck me       
and love me plead.         
         
I know I don't need it        
but I want     
to chase love      
with shots      
of rum and tequila,          
in the wrongest place      
at the wrongest time      
so that I wouldn't be         
blamed, if it failed       
like it always do      
      
as I spin and spin      
beneath you, breathing in      
the merciless air      
of que sera sera      
      
waiting for you to         
tear off, all of my clothes          
          
waiting for you to      
tell me how much         
you fucking love me      
      
just waiting,        
for you...           
      
(yes, you.)