"Bodies"

"Bodies"


Left to think about
All the times that it went south
And the words we blurted out. 
All we did was scream and shout. 
All that would elude my mouth
Short of rum and lifeless kisses
Are feelings I can't shut out. 
We can no longer dismiss this. 
You say that you understand;
But you only want to rush me. 
You don't have to hold my hands;
But I do want you to touch me. 
Consider what it means
To venture far beyond your means
In search of what remains unseen:
Lands where true desire leans
Against these battered, fragile walls
Of a heart that surely lobbies
For much more than nightly calls;
But all that remains are bodies… 


Like a bee to its hive 
I've only seen divine eyes
That trapped my soul from within
to never win 
with you
What could you possibly see
when you are looking past me
You hug to catch mugs from the free
and bow down to me in discreet
to only call me your Queen
show me more that meets the eye
than just a few words to make me shy
blush in rush for you to just be
You
Deceitful grins to contrary to belief
are simple griefs to you being bound
confined and enslaved within this love
Trickling with despair i dont know what this is
To you, sweet words remain hobbies
but according to my knowledge
all that is left are bodies..........


I never wanted to be a bigot. 
I don't need five wives. 
I'm familiar with this divot. 
Thank God for nine lives. 
Feline facets have proven essential
When placed alongside my masculinity. 
I must be agile, quick and nimble. 
It seems like a futile trinity. 
You take your time in public;
But move ever so swift in secrecy. 
The closest I've come to your subject
Is when light dims on our indecency;
But I'm a man, right?
We don't complain about frequency
Or how much affection is lost
When you don't visit frequently. 
I just sit in the shade. 
I just lay here alone
Until you need somewhere to fade
And you want to jump my bones. 
No tears escape these eyes;
At least not in God's grace. 
His sunlight won't acknowledge the smile
That I've etched across my face. 
This has become our commonplace:
I have employed pretentious means
To shy away from feeling dirty
So you'll always think you're clean;
But our love is a disease
That was administered by me. 
I doubt that it will ever recede.
It will likely claim our bodies…………… 


Written By: Evelyn Storm and Devin Joseph Metz