Lust for Love

Coerced in lust for love…

A life to live,

A death to come.

Darling, don’t tempt fate — it’s insanity.

—You’re coerced in lust for love.

You…

You will live.

You will live your life and come to death.

—Could you immerse us in liability,

Or imagine the imagery of our lambent steps?

Cheers to a nacreous dream:

Glass-box skyline and liminal mezzanine.

Lipstick stained on the windowpane,

“Love, you cradle calamity.”

French kisses at the counter, held tender…

But brusque and slightly strained.

Along with the reasoning of doubt,

The sting of brutal shame.

Passport stubs, last-call flights,

The aftertaste of sugared cream…

I lust for love, for silly nights,

And the memory you can’t redeem.

The sins we used to know…

-That come out of black-chrome polished limousines.

You’re idling at the curbside...

As rumors cause you,

To reconsider things.

About the firsthand smoke between you and me.

About a time, that’ll never be.

Your surrounded by people that want to breathe with you.

But you don't understand,


They're secondhand smokers spreading secondhand lies.


I've spoiled my time waiting to be with you

For the hell of my life.

Let’s just say we haven’t actually lit a cigarette,


Though thirdhand smoke clings to you in irony.

In the wind of a cold night,

Shoulders drawn up,

Arms wrapped in your sweater,

-Honey hold tight…

You have me!

And besides,

You’ve always been known as a beauty queen.

You put makeup on for the things you’ve never been…

Looks like we’ve got something in common, you and me.

A bent little fix, to hold it in.

 Petal-flush lacquer seals her grin,

dark liner carved around your lips;

fingers tat the glass with acrylic tips.

Three small halos climb your ear…

“Arrogance!”…

Coerced in lust for love.

She’ll leave it all for him,

Who will you be today?

Who will you be today?  

Doubt is a doubled face

In arrogance!

My heart beats…

To the Cancer
of Love,

Of love I’ve loved.