man machine

twenty-first century man whore

you drive me away back the the place you found me
then you pull me back into a new land. surround me
cover my body in your skin
breathe me
louder, clearer.
a twenty-first century man whore, and he knows it.
playing dress up with my heart and bending it until full capacity, and oh how i cant take it.
lean meat, a clear shelf, a truck stop, a sore belt.
come or go, i'm beginning to cry harder.
if you go i'll die
if you come i'll love you forever.