standing
on the shoulders of god
i
look out at all that has never been
distant
horizons harboring dead ends
i
face a mirror
but
can’t find a friend
this
street is bittersweet
like
the whiskey that washes
the
windows of my eyes
i
know i am in love
if
i could just recognize the disguise
i
waver in-between
“love
what is me”
to
the other extreme
“tell
me what you want me to be
for
you to love me
transform
me
till
i am the definition of
desire and touch”
it
won’t matter much
shift
the gears
press
down the clutch
determine
the speed
acceptance
is my need
on
what do you feed
someone
to use and abuse
or
someone whose behavior
you excuse
love
is a game of blind man’s bluff
secure
the blindfold
make
it rough
stumble
around
and
aimlessly grope
for
any definition of love
a
fragile term
whose
definition we unlearn
with
each ship that leaves
us
stranded on the shore
do
you need shiny armor
or
a whore
i’m
sure i will be
unsuccessful
at both
but
certainly your love will never stray
to
one who has lost his way
on
the dark streets of decay
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