THE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
A SLAVE AGAINST THIS PASSION
You clasp my clock’s lock,
Tell me to rest -
Kiss my mouth,
Before you put on your going out vest.
You say you love me best,
But it sours in my mind.
You eat my heat and call me sublime -
So my thoughts aren’t ever so kind.
Your acid is an impurity.
You destroy me -
You’re destroying me,
With a love to envy;
I’m drowning in misery as you place your hand to me -
I can’t deny or squash it down.
You make me ignite,
Then leave me to slave against the dark night lost in passion.
July 23, 2002
AGAINST MY LOVE
I cried at seven pm tonight,
While miming to a song;
Tears rolled down my face,