W.H.I.M. [When Hercules Isn't Mine]

[boylawas]

by Arian Rey Tejano

Cupid
knows my Heart craves though
it is too sick to be Broken- again;
if only your Attention were as Priceless
as my Hopeful Regard,
i would have fagged
a Surreal Moment that
only the edges of a Beau’s bed
can taste the Sweetest Torture
of your tender Lips-
the Crimson promise
of perfect Intimacy.
sometimes
a Touch is all you need
to Reaffirm;
if only i knew how
to fight a single Desire,
i’d stay a closer Distance
just to be a Captive
of your Fingers.
But
there is so much to Learn;
Time is too pervasive- even if
Chance is so inviting,
You are so unwaiting.