in the ungrateful grip of
life’s swelling stress
the obligatory demand to be
useful, responsible, helpful
kind

my mind is a hot swarm
of angry darkness
diluted only by anticipation

a hope

that your gaze might quiet
the storm behind my eyes

that your soft, warm kiss
might press peace inside

that your firm, gentle hands
might offer escape
from that brutal
prison
I lock myself
inside
to keep the world safe
from my wicked
black
truth

hold me hard

kiss me savagely

fuck the thoughts away

but make me ok
with that gentle
purposeful
persuation
of a kiss given only to

the cherished

the adored

the precious

your reward will be
beyond
words