NonSensuality

I really don't know what to say about this poem. It is closure in so many ways, as the summer is ending and so is the situation that I have been involved in. Part of this poem is about me realizing how I sometimes look too deep into other people's intentions, and the other part is me being introduced to my own primal desires for the first time. All in all it has been an intense summer and I haven't written as much as I would like to. Its no good that the one topic I don't want to write about it the only thing that shows up on paper... or microsoft word... whatever.

I never would have guessed you were as deviant
but your wild side is shown as you embrace bondage
by never letting me sever these ties that bind.
I really was a simple boy, a lonely toy
made tool by years of selflessness.
Seduced through induction
your shameless corruption has pervaded me
and left me unable to artfully dodge you.
You would think that this promiscuity would release me from obligation
but the sensations you invoke are primarily primal
and leave me conscience-ridden and plagued.
It is amazing how we can even talk
when watching the words form on your lips is foreplay
of the grandest design.
Walled in by my own possessiveness
I am forced to bloody my hands against this reinforced plaster
an unforeseen disaster
as you leave me with crushed spirits and knuckles.
Abortion is made easier with this distance between us
a physical barrier representing
the doors we had closed so long ago.
It makes sense that you sensuality can trigger such emotions;
it is simply because
you are the Sex Pistol
that we use to end our lives.

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