I Want No More...

I Want No More...

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

I want no more

of these clues left inconsiderately

to be found fastidiously like serendipity

revealed...

 

I want no more

of my own thoughts clawing at me

     branches of a nightmarish tree

          from some sleepy-hollow invention

          due to my own insecurity's deluged

reflection...

 

I want no more

evenings alone in wild wondering

     while you're on muscles, mouths a'plundering

          or if you will fall for someone's

skillful a*s, asunder'ing,

writhing like a whirlwind's hovering...

 

I want no more

of abscent mornings you leave to place

     upon my tears-painted face

          because this reality of our sexual space

continues to break

my heart's slowing pace.

displaced...

 

I want no more

of my breath suffocating,

     clutching my lungs while you make

          the rounds of a good host

lubricating

the stiff to placate'ing

     liberating our ghosts...

 

I want no more

my skull confused, diffused with lies

     echoes of the past and how readily

          you made me cry

yet always do i stay

high...

 

I want no more

of playdates with internet boys

     rather be it held between us

          compose our own manly joys

be firm and strong with the choice

valiant of voice...

 

I want no more

of complicated wishes & words

     which we hinge on softly speaking

          like penniless lords

retreating

the richness of god's open door.

seedlings.

 

I want no more

your scent on my tongue

     or your taste that I have sung,

over time's widening waste

diluting in my lungs...

 I want no more

     my soul's slow divorce...

I'm effing done. Done with him, of course...
2.
Now I will burn hot as
the daylight 
first and only 
sun...
I am here 
living by no one's rule
all I wanted was 
a lovely word 
the truth,
Now I want no more
illusions or lies
O how I will keep you
and give you back the sky
the world 
the truth 
is... love is alive
just watch how it shines...
every day
and in these nights,
looking toward the light...

© 2015 Butch Decatoria


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You seek love and you shall find it. You have to liberate those ghosts indeed...Bravo...............

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Added on March 21, 2008
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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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