Cary Briel

Drip drip
My wistful friend, I bid, “come in, come in.”
For my sore eyes you are a sight
Covering my world of sin;

“Oh never mind, I’ll come out”
If you’ll agree to shed your modesty,
I’ll shed these layers
For you to have your way with me;

I feel your soft fingers, what a delight
Fondling my carnality,
Starting up and moving down
Changing my reality;

From what distance do you come today,
If I ask, will you betray?
How many others have you loved
In our intimate way?

How much madness have you stalled,
And death, have you ceased that?
And indifference, apathy?
Before which gods have you sat?

Well, it’s no matter, not for me
Your sordid travels are of no regard;
Return any day to ravage me
To heal a soul well scarred.