Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

7-22-03 tuesday 9pm brick NJ

finger on the trigger. about to fire. squeeze to resistance, but no farther.

lips on the rim. angled just so that you can taste it. feel the moisture. but don't swallow it.

who are we fooling? ourselves. eachother? those angels on our shoulders?

we're teasing it. having fun with flirtation. but it's no mystery where we'll end up.

playing tennis with sex. back and forth go the temptations until one hits the net.

and it saddens me to think that it wouldn't mean much. i'd think nothing of. just fuck and forget it. if you hadn't become such a part of my life. i'm just being selfish. not wanting to get hurt. not wanting to lose. not wanting to give you what you really want cuz then you'll leave. and sadder still, it's going to happen anyway. eventually. only hurt all the more because i let myself care about you. and worse, care about if you care for me.

tangoing with lust. that rose in my mouth has drawn blood. we can deny it. we can play with it like it's fun. yea, maybe it even was for a while.
but it's going to happen and when it does...