Moods
sit there, arms folded about your knees
sit there and sulk
and still you are beautiful even when your mood
settles on your face like bad makeup
your glances dance with the fire of your anger
and your tongue spews threats and accusations
but your beauty shields me from all harm
and i find wonder even in your wrath
cry. . . . blackmail me with tears knowing my heart
is your ransom already paid
advertise your disappointment with a trembling lip
and sniff your sadness with jerky breaths
you will soon want refuge in my arms
and rest your head on my shoulder asking for promises
then there will be crumpled sheets and anguished gasps
as you lock me within your legs and lift your eyes to god
pout . . . . no offense is greater than one against you
you know you seduce with a look over your shoulder
you use your beauty as a weapon and you invade at will
if i refuse, countless hearts are waiting for you to happen in
come, let us pretend again that all is well
and you can move upon me with clenched teeth
and whimper before you collapse upon my chest and lie about love
and i can believe it again and cherish a hope about someday
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