Reconsider
I’m not what you want
Space age mind sex
With hands tied
Sealed lips
And Jose Cuervo empty on the counter
Its not what you want
Figments of imagination
Selfish encounters
Of the possessive kind
Educated guesses at soft spots
Fingertips dipped in past relationships
No remorse
For the misunderstanding
Moaning my name
I am not
What you want
Text messages careening conscious
Thoughts
Souls cumming 160 characters at a time
Intentions disguised as Nikki Giovanni
Read: poetry
With no punctuation
No stopping
Only exclamation
But no point
I promise its not what you want
Lay back
Let me convince you to hate me
Right before you hate me
And make me
Give you reason to hate
That you love
Hating letting me go
I know
Its confusing
The attraction
This pull
Not what you want
But what you need
Like a fix
Transfixed
On life indeed
And I’ll talk you thru it
I’ll hold you in warmth
Fill you in places
Martin begged to set free
Mind frame
Captive
Bondage is a state of
And I love
Untying hands to an
Undying end
Infinitely locked
Your warning came
In morning just before
You opened the door
After my knock
So embrace your decision to invite me in
To make me right
To solidify your seclusion
To reinforce my ego
By becoming a foregone conclusion
The course of course
Is moving towards a future
Of shadows
Since you can never be my shade
Cup of yellow lemonade
And time will remind you
You had the option
To divorce my point
Unfortunate
All that remains
Is a memory
Words echoing like heckling taunts
You can’t have me
Because I am not what you want
