in the tiniest of voices...

in the tiniest of voices

i moan

and traverse your curves

relegated to goonish episodes

which leads to another

and yet another

as desperation melts me to my knees before you

adoring your fire

ripping through my wispy self

in dark corners you keep me

as you dance upon the minds of others

watching and letting out carnivals of euphoric relief

while i

living on the charity of false hope

offered again and again

to jump from your plank

into your ocean of no’s

for you at least need just one

whose endlessness never ends

and whose eyes, bloodshot in need

carries his ache to the foot of your door

for your stern gaze

to squeeze even more