Painted In Gold - 15. The Love and the Locust

I would push her to the ground
and wrap her body in earth
and her lips
and her neck
would taste of blood and salt
and I would fall into her trap
and feed on her imperfections
just to relieve myself
of her plague

But there is no chance
of this dirt ground fantasy
becoming truth. Cuz she
does not look at me
the way that I want her to.
She, looks to the rich
and wants to be loved,
but, not by me.

To “love” her is to fall
into her nightmare
life and mind,
is to be drowning in
her endless insatiable needs

I, try and I try to get this
dirt ground bitch from my mind
but I must have her.
I must “love” her
to get her out of my
dirt ground mind.