Do they lie,
Those seeking the sanctity of comfort,
Do they lie?

I bleed for them,
For me,
For I have seen the perfect placation,
Lived under its ideal tyranny;
I want it again.

Like a drug of choice,
I hunt for it
With bloodshot eyes
And shaking fingers.
I need it.

I saw it in your eyes
Bleeding
I saw it in your eyes
Needing; I only wished to placate.

My love-
My choice-
Satisfy my desire.
Wake with your love next to mine
In fulfilled agreement.
All will not be well
But willing.

All will not be well
But willing.

©Jen2011 3-29