Category : Poems

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If I drop a coin
She will be whoever I want her to be.
A nurse to treat these wounds.
A teacher to teach me to love.
Maybe an anarchist to tear down walls.
Whatever she becomes
Angels and demons blend together.
When other women run
Our love gets wetter and wetter.

I keep bleeding ATMs
To keep her from forsaking me.
Hours become days.
Days become weeks.
Weeks turn into months.
Maybe this infatuation is unbreakable.
When we happen upon each other
I leave my mask in the nightstand.
One orgasm after another
To keep my grounded as a man.

She loves me.
No, she loves me not.