Cuddle Whore

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Please be for real.
There's nothing here
holding us
to the placid, pleasant path
winding whimsically
to some saccharine,
fairytale ending
that would snuff out
our natural instincts
by ensnaring our spirits
like nets of seamen
off the shores
of Nova Scotia—
catching wet creatures
who fearfully flop
when plucked
from their slippery domiciles.
I am a caricature
of the urban mythic male,
a mere shadow of the men
your mother warned you to forswear.
I do not want
what’s in your pants,
nor storybook romance.
Something much less
is required.
While women wake
and weep over lovers
who absconded
during sweet slumber,
you can rest easy
it will be breakfast for one!
I’ll be leaving tonight
after dinner!
I am just a cuddle whore.
Nothing less, nothing more.
Take your eyes off of your door,
because I'm gone.
I'm gone,
and I'm not comin' back.
No, I don't want a kiss,
or somesuch bullshit gesture,
I need spooning
and hugging
that reminds me
that my blood runs
hot—
no, cold!
Ice-cold,
burnt by the freezer
where I stuffed
my embittered soul.
But now I sound like
those bratty, selfish kids,
wearing sweaters in summer,
claiming it's because
their once-hot hearts are
frozen over.
Snots sulking, sneering
over indie bands
who got a record deal,
while common sense
says they sold out
by merely existing.
Everyone sells out.
We wear thin for low wage.
We believe we’ll only find our rest
in a monogamy mahogany
or oak cage.
Don't believe
the hype we're fed,
free will is not a gift.
In fact it might just be a grift,
but I’ll still exercise that shit.
Cloaked curs code creation,
built walls with luscious lies.
Our eyes will not bear witness to
the orange sunset—
Arizona dusk denied.
Breathe your cobwebs,
inhale the dust—
remnants,
hair, dead skin,
your pieces lying
peacefully on
fan blades,
baseboards,
and sills.
Please know
you were just
a heartbeat,
a warm body,
on a cold, lonely night
in a dark room.
I desired your…
presence.
I do not crave
your prison.
I choose the danger—
fly!
I am just a cuddle whore.
Nothing less, nothing more.
Don't keep standing by your door.
I'm really gone.
I swear, I'm gone!
I'm never comin' back...