Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

A Godless Sort Of Love

now here you come --
my bright-blue, bulging veins exposed,
plied by your yellow-tipped needle
deep beneath tender, scarred skin.

now here you are to hold,
coaxing me, cry, cry it out,
embracing the way I wanted to be held.
I look in your eyes,
but this is not the vision
I thought I'd see when I dreamed a perfect love.

you tell me inhale, ingest,
decompress and it will be alright
to share every inch of me,
angularly strap to hips,
your core and implore ever more,
fill me with the love you bring.

because I'm empty and have
nothing else vital to sustain
a tender poet soul begging
for love like mercy.

now that you have left,
I'm in a heap on the floor,
wondering ever more how many
depend, rely on you
for this hollow kind of love.

what price each has paid,
because you are godless
and by association, I guess,
I have lost my way, too?

In your fields,
in your dark,
making my way out of woods
into woods, dreaming I'll see
the sun in my eyes,
for this dream of longing
for one love to end.


6.27.21
36 lines, free verse

I have felt what you have experienced, dear Bethany, as you still won't near me, realizing I'm the result of all that you continue to seek.

Written to Godless by The Dandy Warhols, though I was already there and just needed the song for further inspiration.

And think ironically, when you hear this song, like ending credits to what you've just watched: