Three Poems.

"Feeling Spiritual" 

God and the devil are waging war in me

Like black fights the white in your eyes

Or better yet, blue and black are allies

Using their fists to kiss upon skin

I am only bereaved

When wrapped up in you

If I only could die

Within the confines of the sunset colors of bedsheets

Dove under to beat

The summer evening's heat

You don't play nice

Because I know

You've had better men than me

Before our tryst

Love was all I thought I would need

Now I know better than you 

That love has led me astray

I am a dog off his leash

Trapped inside your mental cage

Taking endless laps

Pride was my only sin

You took it like a bargaining chip

At the end of a discussion

About the politics of sex

Licking your lips to make your point

Such as this: 

Who should make the first move

Is it in you 

To let yourself be vulnerable

If, within a breath

You feel the hesitation on my lips

Will it discourage 

Or intrigue you even more

What if, I meet you halfway

At the edge of the bed

To catch your backwards glances

As the whites of your eyes

Look in my direction

While my hands grasp your flesh

And mold you like clay 

While your thighs tighten their own grip 

And your knees grow weaker 

Than the alcohol you drank hours before

My bed stirs with delight

Knowing we belong with each other

At least for the night 

And in the morning, you'll be gone, just a single mother

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"Blasphemy Makes This Sound Better" 

You reach for the hammer and nails

While I am left hanging on this cross

Built for two 

Suits just one

And it isn't you 

I will die for our sins

As it seems

You've lost the will to fight

Instead, you turned me in

Saying I claimed to be

The Savior you'd been looking for

Now I will die by your hands

As you watch 

In disbelief to what your treason

Has made of me

A martyr to the cause: Love

Had no effect on you 

It's plain to see

As you shed no tears of what's to be

Come of me

I'll be put in the ground, alone

But tell the men to dig my grave

A little deeper 

Six feet under isn't enough distance

Between you and I

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"The Final Nail in My Coffin" 

This love is just a lie

Left me questioning morality when I get high

Off her supply 

Of pheromones 

When she slips into my bed

And performs her act like no other

Making me forget all the girls before her

When she looks up at me

And the whites of her eyes

Are as white as the bleached wool

From a lost flock of sheep

And I coax her to my sheets

Beg her off her calloused knees

I tell her, 

My aim is to please

This love has got to die

Like a plane crash-landing 

I see the tears welling in her eyes

The truth is, baby, 

You're only pretty when you're crying

And I'd be lying

If I didn't say 

I like your eyes better blackened 

Hiding the hue of blue 

Like storm clouds in the sky