How am I to comprehend you
in a Sunday suit, your starched pinstripe
feigning virtue while you sweat buckets
in a†pair of patent leather sin. †  
I cannot pretend what it is you need †  
under this silky black magnitude † †
of ruffled disappointment. † †
Requirements for tip toeing around †  
what the bedroom represents has †  
buried me in guilt. † †
† †
There is never enough † †
courage to slip into irreverent † †
contours, your dusty fingertips grazing † †
mangled, canyon depressions and † †
craggy pink scars that †  
yawn in outright boredom. † †
The memory of what has been † †
cut away, forms deep pockets bent on †  
spoiling the fruit and tossing out † †
any love that remains. †  
You were once unburdened †  
by my catastrophe and I was unsoiled † †
by chemical castration.
Written by Eerie
Published | Edited 8th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Written for the Classic Corner comp, Nothing But Color.
Inspired by the poem "Disregard" by Ai Ogawa.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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