wet dreams
we stood naked under fizzling street lights
asking for blessings on sins we were prepared to commit
hands crawled up my heart
beast vibrating
ready to erupt underneath cold flesh
and silent fingers
smoke lingers as he takes me to see god
to learn to forget myself
we all carry wisdom inside us
designing our own micro-catastrophes
while etching solutions inside our flesh
so we never have to realize
that most answers lie within us
he is my seductress
though he has aged
on nights i couldn’t cope
he became temporary cotton balls
to fill the cavities created from addiction
but he is not lasting
only a few cheap thrills
that lack the ability to repair me
only there until morning
until i call on him to return
