Better to Live In a Roofless Home (#poetry)

I’m a Reliant K song, waiting for you to walk out and drive away, just like he did.

You can say you love me, but can’t touch me

He could say he loved me, but wouldn’t stop.

Love is action, you dolts, love is action!

Shut your fucking mouth

And put love

Into mine.

Her fingertips

I lost her fingertips for you.

I won’t leave you after paying so many

Fingertips.

But you will.

One day you’ll weary of my drip, drip, drip

The Proverb about the nagging wife

Drip the glowing eyes, my giggle about nothing at all

Drip the naked belly pressed against yours begging for sex

Drip the head leaned on your shoulder, bright eyes begging for Bible time

Drip the flung out form butt-up on the bed, feet and toes kicking, face flat while mind creates creates CREATES a world begging for your presence, for children I don't make alone!

Beggars can’t be choosers

But you keep making me choose all our dates

And nothing happens if I don’t lead

But I didn’t want to lead!

I want to dance the follow with your bony hips leading mine

I want your love in my mouth.

Beggars can’t be choosers, I’m telling you!

If you’re going to make me beg

You’re going to make yourself hate me

Feed a mouse a laxative

And it will lose its cookies.

Goodbye, future cookie.

I hope I’m a false prophet

But until now 

I’ve never been wrong

Except about you

And your love in my mouth.

Did you want the jungle adventure, with its bugs and heat and slime, or did you just like the idea of her?