Passion

Muddy memories
burned into my nervous mind

You saw me
yet it felt so fine

A good 'ol wine n' dine
goes so far
Cook, swoon, light the fire 

And tell me how
you'll never love a woman
but you'll use her for her womb

Now I fantasize: use me
your hand over my mouth
provided more "holding"
than bitter sacrifice could ever scrounge

Did it hurt me to think
that you gave an animal my name
I may never know the species, 
receive the compliment or shame

Laying down your shirt for me
and unflinchingly agreeing
to bring me to the pharmacy
were acts of love. Godliness

What scarcity we live with 
in these times
In a drought of giving
I was not ready to receive

I met you on your birthday