I Do Not Know

May 04 2015

What is this virgin sacrament you seek

to eat, to drink, to drown in? Is this “love”?

But “true” love, perfect, timeless, and unique…

She fits his empty center like a glove.

Though, no less hollow is an empty fuck.

Good job—for now she must admit your worth.

You conquered her. The ground shook. Lightning struck.

She even called you “Greatest on the Earth!”

My love is not a holy mystery

nor change cast in the street to see a trick.

Your fate fulfilled is not my destiny

nor is your lust a match to burn and flick.

We sit, with arms entwined. Our shadows grow.

You ask, “What do you mean?” I do not know.


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