Mister, where are you tonight?
There is a fire, an itch
Surely you hear the boom
My heart’s making room
This silence has me in fits
Memories curl each toe
For reasons only we know
Thought I’d sailed passion’s sea
But I’d never left the sand
(Sir, I’m tired of dry land)
Your very look molds my spine
Night becomes our fiery shrine
Gods will bow, lovers weep
In a frozen world, we bring the heat
These lips are always bleeding
Teeth marks red on my fist
I can’t even try to resist
Hindsight in this new dimension
Desiring only your attention
Walls I spent years maintaining
Sealed by fearfully refraining
Have fallen to the mud
Finally releasing this flood
Can you feel yourself inside,
Everything I used to hide?
This fervor is hard to trust
I’ll surely self-combust.
Mister, where are you tonight?
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