Prelude in accordance to partynextdoor thru silent night.
Dance.
Fall into depression.
Love so sweet
it leaves cavities in
the deepest wounds
of the heart.
[You never cured anyone
but yourself
though you never knew that.]
I need a man who loves me
who handles me
and never tells me his feelings.
I need a man who lets
me write the poetry
and pulls me away from the job
I hate.
Neediness so desperate
you may as well be
a doormat and a free ride
to the photo op
and they wonder why
business meetings take place
in broad daylight outside
of the building.
