Why I Am Single
It may be common to memorize
the path to your personal poetry
with an external kiss pressed lips to lips
But I prefer to pour my madness
Upon your skin burrowing into your solidness
So that your scent is forever on my thighs.
This is a symptom, they say, of intrigue
Dark, rich, reds reaching up to drag me down
As I kneel before you to worship what is you.
And I bow to these cravings you wrought in me
Yield is the only thing I may do for you
Ruiner oh ruiner, you have ruined me for anything less.
So I keep to myself content to remember that memorization
you exacted so long ago with your hands clutched in my hair
and your hips pressing my head into a seductive arch again.
2/23/2004 Stephanie Lynch AKA Arwen Nightstar