Looking back, I don't feel so bad
there wasn't much I could do.
Even all the superheros
couldn't save me from you.
Captain America's shield
couldn't have stopped the pain.
All my efforts to understand you
were all in vain.
Not even Thor's hammer
could keep you from me.
You always came back
and could never let me be.
Even if I possessed
the Hulk's pure strength,
I couldn't stay away
for any great length.
Wonder Woman's lasso
couldn't get past your outer shell.
Your real feelings and emotions
you were never willing to tell.
Wolverines Adamantium claws
couldn't have made you stay.
No matter how tight I held on
you were able to rip yourself away.
I thought you were my future,
Or at least my shining knight
Although it hurts to admit it,
maybe you're just my kryptonite.
June 14, 2016
Across chasms of time
our eyes may meet
love long unavailed
will pull at restraint
tomorrow must come
and an adamantium sky
ripples the aurora borealis
above my meager crown
My admiration lies in hidden smiles
as this burgeoning lust rolls all eyes
secreting the ties that bound us
I deny its velocity and validity
As Judas denied christ thrice
I deny us and what we once held
hanging trees of knowledge bloom
the truth is undressed and undenied
Along the Rose line in all my dreams
A shrill coming together killed us
draped in silenced peace I prayed
knowing love burns ever brighter still
But in these awkward realms of glass
where destiny plays with solid rock
and deja vu awakes my middle eye
the blink of a universe trickles tears
Gently twinkling stars remind me
on the tip of my tongue a word
falters to only lay dead in my throat
to know love I must speak in tongues
Knowing this I kiss goodbye the earth
letting destiny take hold of my hand
Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow
They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion
Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old
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