Those times I am a different man,

Toiling beneath an indifferent sun,

I always come back  

To the routine of falling

Into your wanting, waiting arms.

They carry me away

On the silent waves

Of your gentle notion.

I hold tight to that

Which is greater than all I dream,

All I hope,

All that keeps my meager heart beating,

For fear I’ll slip once more

From your delicate grasp.

Your eyes will be the last earthly thing I see

As I fall into the tiny tide pools

That collect at the corners of your lips.

Lips that once sparked mine,

Setting instant fire to my gut.

But this time, like so many times before,

you devour my desires,

For once again I’ve been drawn to the bait,

an earthworm disguised as an angel,

Dangling from a gossamer noose

With sinkers made of lead hearts.