Marty King Poet Free verse

Wishing For a Different View From You

watching you drive away via the phone receiver
after an argument that left me riddled with confusion
wondering how we got here

i guess i am the kid that you choose to see me as again
i want to be the passionflower of your spotlight
yet and still when i am given the key to that special place that you possess,
i am a block of ice overwhelmed by chattering knots

while in the dark of my lonely, drafty apartment, i can still smell 
the rare scent of the definition of you
all of a sudden i become that certain type of toad aching to be healed

i guess i am the kid that you choose to see me as again
i want to be the passionflower of your spotlight
however and nevertheless when i am offered the special welcome mat of your arousal,
i am a mummified maniac driven insane by an overtly elongated monotony....

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Funom Makama February 4, 2015 at 10:48 AM Beautifully written with an explicit craft shown as obvious as the scorching sun. Great piece, a wonderful share and a blessed read. But really sad