Bored With Lust
I have become bored with lust,
well, that reciprocity thing is the cause
I suppose it was a matter of time,
before one more eye roll
while another shift in posture,
indeed, I imagine it was that glare,
caused me to suggest perhaps
aspirations were beginning to
falter in an exceedingly
pretentious sea of sardonic sanity.
I won’t make light of losing desire,
of withering toward an aging leaf,
crestfallen and snapping as life steps
firmly upon the soil of reality.
I’m simply bored with wanting when we wander
through life with constant parameters
legs that would kill if given the chance …
‘hurt me please’
Yup, I’m a little tired of lust.