lured again by your winsome magnetic charm
that breaks the sluice to my memory bin
your hands, blue chipped nail polish, silver rings
smile and laugh has branded my endorphins.
falling through panes of the past like a rag doll
in a coma of ecstasy, a drowse that inhibits my awareness
of the flames beneath that will eventually swallow me
though not before licking my flank and battering me about.
your hands, hot feline paws to my field mouse naivety
me, carrying a backpack of good times i had chosen to keep.
I’d walk back to you over broken bridges and fields of deception
to embrace your storm of kisses that could clear in a moments notice
leaving me broken in a desert hangover
barren of life and will to move on
with a nausea, craving
the drawstring that dangles in front of me
with your laughter trickling from its end.
I’ll reach and I’ll jump in an attempt to catch your attention
for a second of bliss
even if it means a lifetime alone
in this barren wasteland
following your tease