Belligerent Poetry

watch you go

what have we done?
how odd was all that,
what just begun
when you held my eyes with your hands
and allowed me the space to stand
was the relentless assault on our senses
by "do" and "don't"
any more compelling for us
than simpler matters
of like and
of lust?

tomorrow i will let you know
when i wake up &

watch you go.

-wil 11.8.02