opinions floated from
the river of my brain
and spilled onto your canvas.
out the window they went,
gone for now to me.
your eyes darted with anxiety,
the fear of being seen.
being found out.
it's all the same, at least to me.
your grip is slimy on my flesh
your breath fumes with cigarettes,
the burning taste you claim has
been washed away for years.
this is wrong
over and over,
this is wrong.
this is wrong and it's happening.
sweat burns the lids of
your eyes and singes your
lashes, lashing out on you
in the ferocious manner you
claim I love you with.
and yet you curse me.
you mutter my name
and i am on the floor,
choking,
hand slipping off the
desk in an attempt to maintain
dignity.
