fight three.

is that it, then?

people talk.

they always will.

but they aren’t helping.

poison spreading.

i haven’t gotten my fill.

my fill of you.

of being touched.

i’m telling you,

i haven’t had enough.

you’re not the first.

and not even the last.

man I’ll walk the wire for.

trust is a thing of the past.

you’ll destroy me?

don’t make me laugh.

i’m the one who’s poison.

i’m more than the fury hell hath.

you cannot deny

that between your body and arms

i fit like a glove

my heart can live with harm.

just let us be together.

for one bright, shining minute.

or maybe even two.

and all the hurt will be

is worth the resonant finish.