The In Between

In fading nighttime hours

when shadows dance like bees drunk on flower sugar,

when heat sways like boys new to love,

when wind caresses like lips full on

until stillness teases pure promise,

I pace delirious for your presence.

I bind myself aggressively to anticipation.

I scream silent expectations.

I commit you entirely to my space.

I attack with desire unceasing,

unbridled,

unrestrained.

Your breath is my prey.

Your curves are my trails.

Your mouth is my purpose.

Your pleasure is my reason.

Gladly, I’ll end time here.

Content.

Complete.

Confirmed. 

- BAF

Complacency

Complacency, you deceptive beast,  

you phony, dead friend,  

you fog,  

you cloud,  

you familiar face in the crowd, 

I need you to leave now. 

It's time to go.  

Make way. 

Be gone. 

Forget we ever met.  

Too many days gone dead,  

too many minutes faded black,  

too many times the same road tread.  

Pack your bags.  

Hit the bricks.  

Piss off.  

Bust a move.  

Leave the past in the past.  

Leave well enough alone. 

Find another to rob, 

find somewhere else to make home.  

You stole my chances,  

swallowed them whole, 

sapped me thin, 

left me old,  

punched me drunk, 

kicked me low,  

buried me deep,  

turned me slow.  

Complacency, you clever shit,  

you shadow of haze,  

you veil,   

you liar, 

you manipulating fuck,  

I’m through with you.  

You're dead to me.  

May we never meet again.