by design

please think of being cruel to me
of 'never' not being enough
plying my dreams
from molten activities

each time i approach denial
more sweat is yours
and with that manicured hand
you lay a box of time for me to enter

you make me unwrap it
unravel its tiny bow
lift its weightless lid
and view its emptiness

i wish you could hear my moans
each figure 8
how they desire mercy
but know better

and you are unconcerned
why bother with the details of your power?
when results are so easy
like ordering a drink
you are served without effort
and your thirst for suffering quenched
while you leave me parched

how do i ask for mercy
when all i deserve is nothing
and while i have gotten so much more
by your voice, your time, and your mind

i am too embarrassed to say
'please let me cum'
when you may have no intention
on my release and may wish to
shape my sleep with ache and need

but if begging you want
all you need is ask
even if intentions are not swayed...

-poetrician