Breaking Up

I can’t trust you unless you hold a pistol to my brow I won’t believe your eyes unless you hold my life in the palm of your hand Prove me to myself and seal fate as if there is such a thing Pull the trigger and I won’t be able to live without you. If I know you can strike the final blow I know that your kindness is by choice and not necessity. Mercy is a powerful aphrodisiac. Make me live to do your bidding. Who’s eager to please when there’s no effort involved? You’re dying to run your tongue over the Poison of my delicious secret life. You’re the blindfold and I’m the executioner It’s a unanimously undesired suicide pact, But you’ve tasted my wine and want to drink me Until we’re both too intoxicated to see the knife I hold. In the same boat But on different sides of the sun If only you knew more intimately the tar through which I pull my oars. A shadow is cast upon my toil toward our common goal. Before you know it my side has sprung a leak And my failure to notice anything at all Will lead us both to the grave.this was actually a few different efforts at poems. I considered them failed but am posting them anyway as a combined poem since I wrote these lines in succession. Maybe I can get some commetns and turn them into something Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 06:07 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1