Real Life.

 
How many days has it been now?

The listless brush of my fingers against your

Smooth frame;

The crystal cage we both endure.



It’s ferociously hot, your cage.

Like you it basks in the rural heat,

Tasting the gluttony

Of the self-righteous sun,

Revelling in it



And licking your celestial lips.

Teasing me though the cage, waggling

Like a pup.

Melt it down,



And smother me in your essence,

Gorge on my soul ~

And please digest me

Because even that

Would show the littlest piece of commitment

You huge, fucking prick.