confessional
treat my poems as words
for that is all they are
treat me as no word spo
ken however treat
me as godhead as a
cumshot fired point
blank let me ooze from
your mouth let me coat
your throat caress your
breasts with the milky
white patina treat
my poems as wine
for that is all they are
but me treat as less
than a punch to the face
and a little bit more
than an aftertaste and
a violent glow
in short treat my po
ems as words but never
let words get to you