my prophet,
the only sure thing now is your ability to see the highest potential,
the best case scenario
in that way, you lost 20k to a crook who
crashed his car in a week, bailed out of jail
only to continue to beg:
but you earned yourself a lifetime of
devotion
from me and me alone
and you know it, too
best of all, when it’s just us we go apeshit
you don a bra and I slip a tie over bare
collarbone
not effeminate nor emasculated
now two genders circling as we blur
together
and one day the ruddy ashes we leave in our consummation
will reignite in fury
the epoch of a time where we thought no one could ever love us
for just how broken we are