romeo alpha male and juliet

these words void of passion  
a sudden shift and shortfall  
into the abyss mediocrity  
 
 
i  
 
juliet lay naked on the altar  
she pretended to be asleep  
or dead  
i couldn't tell the difference  
 
i laughed nervously to myself  
too old to play this game  
called murder in the dark    
 
lain down by her side  
respectfully dressed  
my body bent  
and dull like a silver spoon  
 
i placed my lips against her neck  
cupped her breast in my palm  
her nipples embossed  
my fingertips read  
she was cold  
or horny  
i couldn't tell the difference anymore  
 
confused by the flutter of hearts  
airborne  
with wings of worship  
 
she wasn't my breed  
 
 
iii  
 
there was a catch  
number twenty-two  
 
juliet never asked  
i never told  
she found out eventually  
that the potion she mistook for love  
was the same poison that put her to sleep  
either way  
in time  
romance would meet with tragedy  
 
 
iii  
 
i am a fighter not a poet  
 
[romeo echo papa echo alpha tango]  
 
i am a fighter  
not a poet  
 
breathe these words over and over  
running my course  
along the beach toward a stone wall  
 
i step back into the ring  
to exchange my iron heart for heavy fists  
 
gloves to cheek  
the crack of leather against skin  
cartilage and bone  
timed perfectly  
to the hook and beat one-two  
 
i will beat down every man whose done her wrong  
watch glorious red poems  
spray over sweaty torsos  
smugness smeared from the cocky face  
of a boxer dancing with his shadow  
 
 
iv  
 
it's too simple to condemn desire  
to feast or be eaten  
to be fucked or to make love  
 
i am engrained with the urge to breed  
 
part man and part animal  
which half was real and true  
she couldn't tell the difference anymore  
 
 
v  
 
no one knows the mess of me  
the mess of love  
strewn along trails of clothes  
left abandoned on the floor  
no one knows  
the holes punched in my heart bleed for juliet