MY WICKED THOUGHTS

Listening now to The Cure

& their flowers...

I remember us in our sweet afterhours...

When friends & acquaintances

abandoned us together...

Locked out in coldness...

Your frustrating endeavor.

Ringing & buzzing again & again...

I eyed you & wondered how I could pretend

that we were alone & fucking each other -

While you were still standing there -

embarrassed & tired.

But I couldn't help but want what I saw...

You danced with me there

& you left me in awe...

Even after you spoke of another...

Even though soon we'd be gone from each other.

My wicked thoughts -

They seemed to inspire us...

You wanted to know them...

Our want was a fire that just

consumed all that was

and left ashes behind us...

The purity found between equals is justice...

And kissing goodbye only proved to reveal...

You were all my wicked thoughts become real.

© MARCH 18, 2000 By Jason Wright