all I can think of is your taste
I remember feelings
bits of pieces of time
sloughing pieces of me
I can feel the rough skin fade and tear as I
fall apart
summer warm is different
from winter cold, brisk and snow
(but warm with you I recall)
plastic tubes and playgrounds
against deserted halls and outside asphalt
my begging against your pleading
and I yearn and am nourished
away from games and simple boredom
and waiting for things
replaces knowing they will never come
tasting
becomes mandatory
rather than a gift
privacy a pleasure
rather than a side effect
(don't think I'm lost completely
I do miss
being alone with you
and chocolate
and free entertainment)
I'd just rather have reciprocated love
than wasteful time spent needing
I'm off the convenient tit
then in winter wind I sometimes think
against myself
of long urgent comfort
and standing, weaving in almost privacy
you asked me for a kiss.