paul weinman
this will seem
I know
this will seem mean
but every morning
just before
I wake you
when we
have slept
together
I think of you
as a stranger
that I've left
my lust
disguised as love
lead me into
another
embarassment
loaded with
promises
pleadings
plenty of
lies to have
my way
with your body
with my
power
but then
when I wake
I keep my eyes
shut
tell I feel
that you are
there
and then
when you are
I have to
remember
reconstruct
concoct
my lines to get
out unfound
to leave free
of your anger
to leave openings
for next time