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On My Knees
I’m not in the habit of begging, but…
On My Knees
I yearn for your touch, dear Asha, but as you know, my desire is more complex than that.
You either want me or you don’t, but I’m not going to abandon you just because passion is out of fashion.
I’ll be your fool, but I promise to redeem myself and make you smart to my longing.
If I’m supposed to be the plaintiff in this case, I’d sue for your love, but the system is likely rigged.
The other boys jockey for position in your circle of lovers, but the guideline is one is as good as the other.
In my journal I try to develop a plan to modernize the way we interact, but it’s no use.
I’m not trying to topple any governments, but hear my proposal: let us go, just the two of us, to the coast where we can get a clear shot at the moon.
There’s no recompense, nor is there a substitute for the way you love, it’s an inflamed fury that I hope they never revoke.
I wouldn’t take my dismissal well, probably end up in bed with pneumonia after you shut me out and off and down.
If you want feedback, I can give it to you, but don’t assume that these words that I write will be flowery.
