Balled fists and closed eyed kisses
Standing in your shadow is luminous
Morphed adaptations subject to your touch
Latching onto unstable footing
Quivering under the weight of the bittersweet taste of your monastery
You head the pulpit
Where only ever your testamony must ring true
So I bend and fold to fit biased accounts of realities I know too well
Student and teacher
Annointed caricatures of an Adonis complex
You are the preacher
Never choosing me as I choose you
Bad romances
A cult never devout of devotees
So you give out a piece of us
Played like a fiddle by your lust
There you go dancing again to the sound of your own beat
While I stand behind you watching my feet
Masterful wielder of the mightiest sword
Never sparring the rod
Silently unseen lashes and cuts
Failing and flailing
Trying to latch you on to my bust
The heady aroma of us
It's the glint of captured starlight
Both far away and so near
So I keep reaching
For the unattainable can be so deceiving
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