I wanted you to share the cocaine flavor of my seedless ardor,
Wanted to see you rot from the inside for me,
Or, barring that, wanted to uneat my own fruit, to crush the lust for love.
My apple blushes with the allomones of loneliness.
Your theft no moral match for my sin of omnipotent seduction.
My terrible need seeps down your weak chin
As I let you float away on the newspaper boats I made.
Amazing!
Your works draw me as a moth to the candle!