Overthinking since 1992

Lust leaves when the doors open,

to an arms-wide, small-voice, embrace-me-love, like

friends wrapped tight on Sunday night, and

silence that sounds like sea breeze, and consciousness that

streams out of, 

                           my mouth, and

                                                    into your ether.

Lust leaves when the flaws don’t cut deep or dark, or

ebb towards the edge, of that place

that I go when my heart-bursts, big, bold and scary.

Lust leaves as I pace the streets near the ocean of you,

I won’t let the sea call me under, just a body on a rock

it’s flesh on flesh on rock on salt on sweat on tears on saltwater.

Lust leaves when you say things like be vulnerable, it’s beautiful dear,

but I can’t let you know, you don’t want to hear, 

                    this current,

                                      that’s pulling me out,

                                                             further and further.

                                        Let lust leave, but please