....wanted....

wanted across land and sea I whisper a plea to the gods for another chance at love. shoving the needle into the wheedle-wee, i cry for a more implorable fate of tasting her sweet soldier kiss. boots on the floor like a cardio-pulmonary ecstatic panic in the attic. reassured that my soul is not whole but needs arresting and a resting. detesting the act on a whole, i fold under the weight of both the Atlantic and Pacific specifically the lakes with the little fishies and the grandiose Dave and Busters cutting room floor. no more action from this rebellious veteran. cunt veteran. stiffened to a max with relaxed outer wear and a pear shaped core. i worry if my miracle has been redacted.