Such aches as viral as the season’s unleashing
These sacrilegious moments
Heeding the most primal desires…
I’ll wait for you
On future spirals…

When your time becomes my time
And our time
Sucks the life out of the vacuum
I’ll be here, inflamed and consumed
Like a paper puppet
Soaring down-stream, drenched and moved.

I wait and waste away
A proverbial grape
Scraping legs, knee to shin, a viral win
As far as I’m concerned.
I’ve learned far too much
About feminine sin…

The fight for this freedom
Spikes dormant anger into lovely sparks
Seen brutally in neighborhood parks and pendants
…they wave and waive… far too much.
Wisdom in such non-sense wiggles and writhes
On the lapel of certain coat jackets.
I don’t claim to know with certainty
How many protection packets they hand out but…
I’ve never seen one
In this hand.
I’ve never seen one
And I’m sure the brand would be promoted
If one existed.

I’ll just lie here
Twisted
And contorted.
Pretty sure… I should have been aborted.

©Jen2012 1-22