slightlytainted

Writing is mining.

Unearthing this emotional ore
Is hard, dirty work I slave at all day,
Only to feel filthy when I'm finished.
So I pass out on the couch,
In imaginary arms
Though her real ones push me away.

Sweet kisses caress my lips..
But it's only hard water from the shower stall
That is a box in the back of this cubby hole
I call home.
Am I sleeping on my feet again?

Her sarcasm's so sweet it hooks me like meat
To be frozen, dried and devoured.
They say men chase women, til she catches him,
Those evil, carnivorous flowers.
How did I get in the bathroom?
And why am I dreaming of Flies?

Writing is like mining
And so is sex
And you are the day dreams of the laborious.
Wake me when I'm over it
My sweet ____.
Wake me
Please
I still have need of a friend.