sorry
didn’t mean to
hamper you with my
wanting
it’s just that my
desire cripples me
winds me up
causing me to be demanding
but i won’t help it
cause in this cold city
a woman forlorn grows
too many thorns
that even rosy scents
can’t mask the putrifying wounds
so forgive
my burning yearning i
only wanted shelter
from this cold city
in your embrace