Brazen
(Failure to Launch)
the air between us
thickening to suffocation
as I straddle your
shortcomings.
you’d like to let go
give way to idleness,
my hands are tied
but not as I’d like them.
letting the harness loose
I fear you’d rather cry now,
come on darling,
you know I don’t want you
to call me “babe”.
may, 2012
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