All paths are wrong.
Don't toss that can!

Those five cents were spent
under the understanding
that limited aluminum
is repurposed to preserve
the Earth's limited surface.
Now, where were we?

Oh, yes, the early morning anxiety.
The knowledge that all roads
are tragedy, no matter how careful
or how much planning was put
into that valued time managing.

Wanting to live happy is all well and good
but there are lines are to toe and behaviors
better left obeyed. Let not the wanting
of relief, relieve one from the responsibility
our every breath takes from this ball.
There's still an almond in that bag!

Each and every nut was grown.
It was put on this Earth in service
of my need and I owe it
to the gallon of water required
to give that nut its entire form
to eat every morsel inside.
Now, where was I? Right.

All of us have a carbon footprint.
It is a contract between the waste
people don't even bother to contain-
Oh, who the eff is that?!

They're hot as a fire.
My brain's too stimulated
to think of something better
than attractive. I want this
gaze to last into the night.

Loving them is required, it better be right.
I'm not even ashamed when they meet
my eyes. This delight, this blinding flash
has me dizzy, no, that's stiff ribcage.
I gotta breathe to take in this living dream.

That's a walk I'll remember and a smile
I'll never forget. Can this total package
really want my attention? They're sitting.
We're talking. I'm gonna fuck this up.
I should fake a phone call, but my fall
has only just begun. I want this trip.

I want some fun.

In the hours that follow I risk one kiss.
It wasn't mine to offer first, but it's not one
I'm ready to miss. This stranger is forward.
Their manner, direct. Against all reason,
they wanna press lips to my neck. Oh, heck.

What kind of person follows their lust?
They just met and I can tell they wanna-

Fuck, what am I doing? This stranger is
charming, but they can't be serious.
This situation is danger and the danger

is the anguish that I'm gonna feel if
those lips leave my skin without giving
me something real. I'd kill for satisfaction,
but this sensation is fleeting. Real love,
that doesn't start from a chance meeting.

Oh, God! That's me moaning.
Fingers on my lips touch sensitive.
A warning to silence, and I'm nodding
subservient?! I'm a passenger on this
climb and I don't care as long they're
the one riding. I'm finding it harder
to say no, but to let go is never-

Relax. Obey my heart's tremor.
Give in to their gall and savor
this surrender. They know to
be soft, when I'm so scared
this could be over, that the walk
beyond is like a cage opened,
but this bird is needs more
than a flight without direction.

Asked to sing, I preen.
They pet. Our minds just met,
but our bodies are theirs.
My wants ensnared by that
guiding hand, that confidence
I lack. I demand for nothing
for they take without leaving
anything to dreaming. My flesh,

my desire, my screams inspire
actions bereft of hesitation.
I am a canvas of their creation,
wet from the moment they
claimed my inhibition in full.

How will I dry?
How can I live
with this walk
of shame I'm
sure to survive?

They hold tight.
I'm their sight.
I'm their center.
No thoughts of loss can claim my surrender.
Whatever cost they ask, I know I will pay.

They love without thought and I fear my grave.
I wanna give what they want. I crave tomorrow
at their side and against any cognitive process
they look honest in their admiration. I quiver.

I cry. I submit to their design for tonight,
for next week. A solemn moment, they kiss
my cheek clean. If they are strong, then I
long to be their weak. I will satisfy their wants
while they continue to offer all honestly.