If you tied...

...my hands
behind my back
I'd be speechless, I say.
That would be an
interesting exercise
...to bind you
with words,
he smiles.

chemistry...

...can
be manufactured
with
cocktails.

she's trying...

...to
make a point
she asks
about my plans
for the future
wondering if
i am about
to rest my plans
on you.

Waiting...

...was never
my strong suit
you mean "patience"
he says
i am waiting
for patience.

They are waxing..

...profundic
about their expansive
sexualities
and the beauty of
the exquisite pleasure
that their particular pain holds.
fool, i mutter to myself
the missionary position
hurt like hell
the first time.

Seeing...

...is evil
she's challenging me
vision
distances us
in order to see
we must step back, yes?

if you care to see
you might want
to close your eyes
i say
not knowing
if she can hear me
this time.

The very ties

that bind
also set me free.

Is this suited

for public discourse
he asks me
What is discourse
if it is not public
I ask in turn.

Writing...

by its very nature
is narcissistic
don't you think?