• Broken between our grips
    Tangled and discouraged
    with images of perception
    shall we carry a lady,
    on top of our shoulders
    praising the whore who
    seems to nestle your
    heads in her bosom
    though only a cage,
    trapping sexuality like
    a hunter means to
    trap a bear;
    I tried to warn
    give the dog a bone
    but the cat stole your attention.
    Head nestled back in her bosom
    ears perked as she soothes
    your aching mind
    with promises of
    tooth achingly-sweet
    nothings,
    though when she
    doesn't deliver this time
    your stuck
    forced to sleep
    with the ugly image
    close to your head,
    the whores charm
    worn off,
    yet you still crave the attention
    from between her legs.