8/30 Just A Little Longer

He mistook passion for sin
Told himself I was God-sent so he could remember
to stay away from women like me
Quick to fall in love with my kind
Slick tongued to a fault in
every
which
way
with a candid affection so conducive
call me spitfire
Scalded him with each lingering touch
Was far too incandescent
for him to see clearly
so he asked God what I was meant for
If he finds out, I hope he tells me
and doesn't simply reduce me
as a lesson

I am much too forgiving
much too understanding
of all of the shit
that just can't seem to be kept together
Found some on the kitchen counter,
the dresser,
the couch cushion
Acted like I didn't notice
Handed out benefits because I couldn't be bothered by doubt and
granted second chances like gold medals

I am overly pleasing
silently begging to be pleased
Didn't want to give up the feeling
of being held,
protected,
desired
Held
Just wanted him to hold me
a little while longer

4/8/13