You raise your incredibly ugly, and yet
oh so enticing otherworldly head
Wink at me from paper, from the white
of that annoyingly fluorescent fish catching net
“Fuck”, I think, and that’s all it takes
I climb right into you on our nomadic bed
I shouldn’t be here, I have things to do
quite literally just, anywhere else
I tell myself, you’re not real, not real
and still coddle you for hours on end
Wild you are, effervescent but true
oh you, I could never hold in contempt
High above fantasy and lies I hold straight
that which is known to be my head
You grip my waist, turn me and pull
for my lips to land on that crevice of your neck
Indulged, debauched, besotted, I’m back
past daybreak, unloved in my tent
Guilt induced creation of beauty,
encompassing all men’s wanton dwells
Willing you to reality, to actuality
was the stupidest of me, as of yet
Fiction, treasured temptress of my doom
I’m caged by you my honeyed hell sent