Y.E.O

There was a boy, who didn't love me back. Isn't that how it goes?

You punctured those words into your skin
Using a felt tip pen as the tattoo gun.
Ink spread over your dermis
Poured onto your pores
Seeped into your blood stream 
And shot
Straight to your heart.
Pumping threw the rest of your body
The words of a mistake.

The resonance of us hung in the air
With the smoke

And the tokes
Awkward enveloped that Grand Caravan
As innocent looks turned into glancing blows.

My eyes close and
Your there
Looking back at my whole,
Drifting into the silence of hushed screams and soft moans.

You envelope me.

Flint-tip fingers trace the small of my back
Sparking nerve endings that send 
Currents
Waves
Floods
Of fire into my spinal column.
Put your legs in mine and grind
And grind.
Showing me what lust dreamed of becoming,
You put romance to shame.