for many reason i have slept at the dock
awaiting the current that is your promise.
from the tip of my toes to the hair you kept
brushing out of my face, it's denial that has
long been wrapped around my finger.
your jokes were tasteless and i'd laugh to
laugh for once. a scripture you'd sing to me
is caught in my throat, and the nights i'd spend
alone seem a little more like home every time
you'd walk through the door. like the ring on
your finger, i am bound to you, rough and jaded,
reminders of you release an energy in my veins.
last night the stars held more purity than the
sheets i curled up in. tonight, lonely doesn't matter.