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Click hereWhen I think of you,
I go to bars and wait
to be picked up.
Some nights it happens as soon
as I sit down;
he comes to me with a
Smile a
Line a
Drink a
nothing.
He is cordial but insistent.
He knows why I am there.
It is why he is there as well.
He comes home with me,
he lies in the bed with me;
but he cannot follow me.
I wake up only to begin again.
Other nights, I must be
patient.
I hold a skein net betwixt my
teeth and cast it into
the smoky air.
Its anchors hit the floor and form
a trap
made with
the threads of allure,
woven into
the patterns of loneliness;
A design that will only last
one night,
like a spider web
too fragile to survive
the storm.
I am waiting for you
at the center of this tomb.
I wait to spin a cocoon around
your majesty;
to suck the blood out of
your power;
to pray on you
as you prayed on me
until you disintegrate
under the desiccant that is
my touch.
And when my trap is sprung,
It is you
That I have captured:
No matter the
Smile the
Line the
Drink the
Nothing:
It is you, Father.
Because of you,
I know grief.
Because of you,
I hunt alone.
I noticed too late that I misspelled the first "prey" as "pray", but the second "pray" is intentional- my father is very religious. Ok, just had to make that comment.