Your testament
is written here,
not for the cause
that I want to please you
but because I’m pleased
to want you.
Indelible ink
tattooed into my
veins, flooded
with the permanence of
your love
not to bring pain,
only the attention
to self, me
that I so greatly desire
above all things.
Unsure of which
direction to go,
sinews connecting the
horizontal and the
v
e
r
t
i
c
a
l
do not adjust your television set,
they must deem me crazy.
Slipping under
hot and cold
make no matter, either
way works just
as well.
It’s the sensitivity
to the pain
I’m losing
a cry for help
can’t say it
any other way.
God, how I plead
for an escape.