Poem 12

sex upon a contract

signed on a one night

stand

now you're bond to me

my hand across

your back

as we walk through crowds

my hand goes down

to your tremble

that's so wild

you know it's wrong

but it goes on

upon a single

strand of gold

now we are in new york

you whisper to my ear

thoughs sky scrapes

they remind you of me

it takes all I got

not to mirror

your words in me

you know it's wrong

but it goes on

upon a single

chain of gold

In the dark of night  

and tied in your

lovers passion

your cures have

never look so good

quickly you turn

and don't return

and without

a good bye

but that's ok

I would of done the same

then in dead of night

I get a call

It's number is unknown

but the message

was the same

come to me

fuck me

until i am sane

you know it's wrong

but it goes on

upon a single

breath of Gold