building worth [iteration 1]

i dont have 1000 words
to tell you what i see
only conjured celluloid-mind
looping, morphing to pleasure’s need

your words bulldoze time
into mounds of sticky gluey now
doing the doing of meth-crazed minds
for your effect is not much different
than a needle
deep in a vein
overwhelmingly euphoric
with all fingers on repeat

i love being your moth
drawn frantically to your heat
even if it hurts

mindlessly frenetic
i need not sleep
or rest
if i’m awake it is you
that makes me a happy sapy clown

i want more of that mind
as i savor thoughts of your body
without allegory or meaning

i, just a sidewalk
for colored chalk and heels
where moonlight shines
for your power stroll
to walk upon me
with your white hot desires
till i learn all those words
and become
a monkey

sing upon me
all your cruel ways
of tender caresses
and whips that make messes
of wills that are crushed
in the wake of your story

ill cover puddles
with ego as limp as a willow
to show chivalry rejiggered
till your path
brings you nearer