Would I be right in assuming you scoff at modesty?
Could I correctly say that your vanity is almost...

Obsession is my tattered fingertips;
the masochistic, paradoxical fetish...

Steely reserve falls away under the fire of your...
Passion's flames consume all will-power...

Our lips pressed close, I breathe in the
breath you have pushed from your chest...

The definitive work is never done, it's always
under construction. A good work ethic drives...

Addiction has a hold of me.
Naked to you, that...

From the warmth of a Sunday
bed, I hear church bells calling...

Courageous convictions bind me
to hubris-paved good intentions...

You're the bullet I have to take.
You, with machine-gun eyes...

Break off the icicles clinging
like stalagtites to the ceiling...

Let no shame shine on his tears-
Let him grieve, let him grieve...

You live a sheltered life.
Your screen: the lens through...