Like
His kiss was like war
the way it stole something from you
but you could never pin point what
His touch was like a service
station hold up the way it left you lying
flat face down on the floor like a
piece of gum stood on so much
it had not enough stick left
for a shoe
I went looking for you
in all the woeful things I knew you’d be
and the gruesome maze that followed
only ever led back
to me
His love was like a mosquito buzzing
right near your ear at night the way
I could never seem to see it but I felt it
in all the ways I didn’t like.
