Crush

Open ended love poem, or lust poem.

Shattered shards of that white cup, you couldn't keep

it together could you, not without help.

Spit it in the sink, we saw you in your gathering,

did you see us?  Not quite through us, superman, we

noticed your secret.

Berlin living room, Belfast kitchen hot as hell,

get out of your closet or else find yourself old,

get up, your lust target is bored tapdancing,

forget the eyes and float your dream with this,

leave the pieces there, only remember the handle,

and live easy because we put our eye on you.